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AmerIndian 2192
By J. Scott Garibay
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CHAPTER 01
“The Injuns will catch you while crossing the Plains. They'll kill you, and scalp
you, and beat out your brains. Uncle Sam ought to throw them all over the
John “Bear” Vajo opened the lid of the army green case. He brushed
away straw and pulled one of the six M-16's out of the case, inspected it. The
slide of the fully automatic weapon moved with a smooth, fluid action.
Smacking a full magazine into the M-16, he walked to the spot he had
prepared for testing the weapon. At one hundred meters he sent three tin
cans spinning off a low sitting boulder. The weapon's report rang clear and
loud over the dry, hard packed hills and echoed back. This did not worry
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Bear. The only people who might hear the noise would certainly not call local
law enforcement.
“Never been fired. They were one truck away from getting shipped to
‘Nam.” The thin sallow man flicked a butt and let the smoke roll out of his
mouth as he talked. “Three grand, cash, right now for this case. I can supply
Bear looked at the smoking butt lying on the sacred ground. “Two
grand cash now and two grand more for every case you can get me before
July Third.” Bear leaned the rifle over his shoulder and headed back to
The thin sallow man cursed under his breath. “You know how hard…”
Bear stopped suddenly and wheeled on the thin man. He thrust the
rifle into his hands. “You told me you had four cases and you come with one.
Two thousand now and I will ignore the fact that you are a lying cheat like
rush of anger. He held the weapon and turned his eyes away from Bear's
hard glare. “Don't get all Injun on me, man.” He drew a breath, short and
shallow with lungs weak from three decades of hard smoking. “And you
With a grin the man leveled the rifle and snapped off the safety. His
thumb was rising off the metal switch when Bear disappeared. In the half
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second it took him to look down, Bear had dropped forward and swept his
long leg around in a wide, fast circle. It connected with the thin man's ankle
sweeping him to the ground. As the thin man fell, Bear rose.
Just before the thin man landed clumsily in a rising cloud of dust, the
rifle let out a quick startling burst. With speed and accuracy born from
necessity, Bear snatched the rifle from the thin man's hands.
The thin man coughed from the dust kicked up in the turmoil. He
began to sit up. His eyes opened just in time to see the butt of the rifle
quickly. Bear turned up the truck's stereo, trying to let Zeppelin's latest
drown out his thoughts. The plans that ran through his mind were already
set into motion. The next two weeks would only be execution.
Sunset was approaching when he pulled his pick-up in near the sweat
lodge that had been erected for the meeting tonight. Bear could see the
lodge, packed with tribe Elders. Small, one story, four room reservation
houses spread out across the wind swept land a few hundred meters away.
“Six units.”
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four!”
“Six is all we're getting through Greven. We'll have to go through your
Los Angeles contact. Good news is, the six we got cost nothing.” Without
twenties, to her.
weapons off the bed of the pick-up. They hustled off toward the houses.
“You don't want to know.” He placed his hands on his hips, exhaled.
“We are two weeks away from target date. I don't know if…”
Ashai's anger evaporated and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him
will stop us because our cause is pure. We are strengthened and watched
She was quiet and Bear became aware again of the AmerIndians
around them busily preparing the area for the gathering of four tribes that
night. Ashai hugged him. “The Elders wish you to join them in the wickiup.”
Bear glanced toward the steam house. Ashai smiled reassuringly and
Bear walked to the steam house and stripped off his clothes. He
wrapped a long swath of buckskin around him and ducked inside. The wet
Conaqua, Okala, and Sheldoc were across from Bear. None of the Elders
acknowledged him. They rocked back and forth in a flowing, steady rhythm
Bear closed his eyes and drank in the heavy heat and the cramped
solitude of the steam house. His head fell forward slightly from his
exhaustion and he felt himself rock back again without effort as though he
were carried by the momentum of the men next to him. Forward and back,
Forward and back, the soft hum of Okala became louder in his ears. As
if carried and twisted by wind, the voice of the Elder became the piercing cry
Bear lost consciousness of the hours passing outside the steam house,
unaware of the hundreds of AmerIndians waiting outside for the Elders and
him.
The spell ended abruptly. Bear suddenly felt the press of the men next
to him. Each Elder opened his eyes and realized that night had fallen. The
men crawled out of the steam house. AmerIndians helped each Elder and
wrapped them in clean, cool blankets. The various activities of the gathered
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AmerIndians ceased and the crowd of hundreds shuffled closer to the sweat
lodge. Bear felt crowded and backed away. He had heard what each of the
Elders had heard and his heart ached. He reeled from the impact of the
knowledge.
Okala toward the crowd and seated him on a flat, black rock. Bear realized
Okala was still in the trance, still listening to the voice of the eagle. He
understood as Okala started to talk that he would now hear in words what he
Okala's voice floated from him and covered the crowd like a light rain.
“Brothers and guardians, we are joyous that you come to us, that you seek
return the land of your forefathers to its guardian, to the People who live and
“But we will not bless your plans on this day. Your attempts to wrest
the land from the White Man, from the nation of beautiful, strong thieves,
will fail. Return the weapons you have gathered. Turn back from the path
you are prepared to follow. Now is not the time. The White Man will crush
“The time will come when the land will be yours again, when the White
Man will fall, decimated by your unstoppable might, when the Grandfathers
will serve you as invincible warriors. Watch for the signs of that time.
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“The White Buffalo will walk among you in his four leg form and his two
leg form. The White Buffalo will lead the people to the Homeland, a land
where they will remember how the simple life of their forefathers
strengthened them, where the new shaman will be truly mighty. In this land
the sun, the moon and the stars will be blocked from sight day and night and
“After this Homeland has been taken and the blood price paid, there
will be a season when the people will prosper like never before. The
Homeland will call to the shamans and they will ache to kiss the ground
where the ancestors are buried, where their magic has no limit.
“Then the true war will begin. A time of devastation for both the Red
Man and the White Man. But this time, the White Buffalo will not be with the
Red Man. After the White Buffalo leads them to the Homeland he will be sent
away from the Red Man in shame, cast out for as long as the winds blow and
rivers flow. The battle for the Sacred Grounds will shatter all that has come
Okala became quiet, his speech dropping off abruptly, like something
going over a cliff. Silence blanketed the crowd. AmerIndians shook their
heads.
plans. He had developed and crafted a large guerrilla strike; a military blow
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to the established White Man's system of land ownership and debt based
masked prejudice.
His military movement had started with college students then spread
to be blessed by the Elders of over two dozen tribes. The rebellion he had
Bear's goal; to return the sacred Black Hills to the AmerIndians. The Black
Hills were intended to be a foothold for the start of a war that would return
ground. All his work was for nothing. Young tribe members huddled around
him, lifted him, and carried him away from the crowd. The Grandfather
spirits were forsaking Bear and all his efforts for his people. The
Grandfathers told Bear to wait for another time. He had thought the time
was now. His people had waited for five centuries. Wasn't that long enough?
Young AmerIndians whisked Bear away from the other tribe members.
Bear felt the arms of the young men who respected him, believed in him,
who had served him. He thanked the Grandfathers at least that these young
AmerIndians would not let the tribes see him weep like a child.
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CHAPTER 02
2192 - Ursa Major Galaxy Cluster, twenty-three million light years from Earth.
arrival of his ship. He focused and glanced out through the large windows of
the forward viewing bay. The ring crackled as the sleek, compact outrider
ship, came into view. The behemoth ship waited patiently for the small
Embroidered keying bands, fitted tight around his wrists, converted the
code flashed down in a growing column. He had worked straight through the
Keokuk. As one of the Tsimshian top tri-jacks Keokuk's skills were in demand
Keokuk double tapped his index finger and thumb. His comp lenses
Bright icons showing his Tribe's totem marked the four ships he was
slated to consult on in the next ten days. Keokuk finger tapped again and his
leather jacket; donning it he as left the room and entered the cold, cramped
metallic halls of the outrider ship. The jacket was significantly oversized so it
A quick tap of his fingers threw a deck map of the outrider ship onto
the lens in front of his left eye. It had been a few months since he had been
on this ship so he needed the comp guide. He scanned the deck map while
simultaneously sliding down ten meters of ladder that led down to the deck
of the ship's main airlock. He took a few turns before he spotted a small
A large Nez Perce officer dressed in his tribe's black pants, crew neck
cotton tee and poly-lythe tactical vest uniform, handed Keokuk's leather
satchel to him. The satchel was embroidered beautifully with the same
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Diegueño have everything ready for you. I believe one of their Tsimshian
maintained for the day they would all return to the Homeland. The Diegueño
also grew the huge quantities of organic foods necessary to feed all 416,000
tribals in the AmerIndian Confederacy. It did not surprise Keokuk that the
Diegueño tribals would send a Tsimshian cross-worker to help him. Out of the
eight tribes that comprised the AmerIndian Confederacy the Diegueño had
the most difficulty dealing with the complex computer technology necessary
Throwing the satchel over his shoulder, Keokuk ignored the hard plastic
clank as metric tons of the outrider ship's blastplast merged with the
Diegueño's lodge ship at the airlock. “Oh before I go, I did some deep
should give you anywhere from four to six additional months of solid
that ran the correspondence code on every Kellion Cannon ship he traveled
on.
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“Captain Hathai will be pleased to hear that. Thanks. It was good to see
you again, Keokuk. Catch ya at the Steel Circle.” The other Nez Perce tribals
smiled at the pleasant mention of the annual meeting of all the tribes.
Keokuk nodded and embraced the officer, as was the custom in the
airlock and was visually assaulted by the always-surprising site of the lodge
He was in a regular corridor of the Diegueño lodge ship but even that
most lively tribe. Where other tribes left the corridors of their lodge ships
unpainted and dark to increase the ship's energy efficiency and accessibility
the corridors of Tumble Weave were well lit to see the wildly painted murals
stats displayed on his lenses. Tumble Weave was a full C5 class lodge ship,
Diegueño lived on Tumble Weave. The other sixty decks left ample space for
buffalo, wolves, horses, bears, lynx and numerous other animals to roam.
The largest space-faring aquarium ever created took up the seven center
decks of the ship. In sections divided by invisible gravity fields great white
sharks swam near dolphins, blue whales and over one thousand other
varieties of fish.
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flowing, bright skirt and top were strikingly different than his dark attire. She
Weave. Condu was a Tsimshian tribal stationed on the Diegueño lodge ship
Condu immediately because of the huge wad of bigui, gum made from fir
satchel and left to prepare a place for him in one of the large communal
areas the Diegueño used instead of individual rooms like the other tribes.
Condu explained the problem as they walked through the halls toward
the lodge ship server. “This bucket was captured right after the White Earth
Massacre. Since then we have added patch code to the original server code
thousands of automatic feeders for the inner sea at the center of the ship.
The original code was written in 2174 making it now eighteen years old.
Despite continuous updates the UDA viruses, that we were able to suppress
for years now, finally overcame our safeguards. All of the automatic systems
supporting the marine life shut down simultaneously. The Diegueño do not
have the skill to bring even the most basic systems back on line and we
don't understand the filtering system well enough to know what the right
order is to bring them online. The systems have been down for three hours
and already hundreds of fish have died. Diegueño divers are physically
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keeping the predators away from the prey fish. Great whites attacked two
Diegueño. Neither survived. I got all two hundred Tsimshian banging the
server with edit undo dances and relinks but I don't think we can get the
Keokuk shook his head as he saw lush, vibrant plants positioned elegantly
throughout the room. It was not the stark, clean interior he was used to
seeing around a ship server. “Only the Diegueño,” he thought. The ship
server, the size and shape of a coffin, hovered a meter off the floor. Not a
before had eliminated cumbersome wires and cables, but only for the
systems. The AmerIndian Confederacy had stolen the designs within eight
advance in portable computing. With a Steady Pulse ship server every tribal
on a lodge ship could link with a comp set and keying bands. AmerIndian
(read through keying bands). Light, sleek glasses fixed with audio pickup
mikes and tiny speakers extending near the ear, served each tribal as a
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portable comp. Comp sets read signals from finger tapping or the user’s
The tribal could choose to see data only or his surroundings and data. This
leap over their UDA opponents who still used traditional wall screens and
keypad equipment. Keokuk had, like all Tsimshian, mastered these tools in
his youth. Now he commonly walked the halls of a lodge ship as he wrote
code and scanned the daily text uploads of various tribals. Disconcerted by
the level of multitasking the Tsimshian engaged in, other tribals tolerated
technical value.
code to Keokuk’s comp set view as well as the rest of the tech-jacks in the
room.
Keokuk circled the server. “I presume you ran all of the standard
breakers from the ‘30s and ‘40s.” Keokuk fingers began to move.
“Once we figured out what we were looking at we did. Took two hours.
We've only been trying to kill the virus for an hour.” Every tribal in the room
looked toward Keokuk. All of their comp set views changed, words dropping
away to an ugly mass of zeros and ones, binary code. In seconds, Keokuk
had cut access to the ship server unit and placed it under his sole and direct
control.
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Alexander Haim in 2127. Whoever got this bug in here was into the classics.”
Keokuk stopped circling the server. With irreverence he jumped and landed,
sitting on top of the floating server. It's grav field only dropped a few
centimeters under his considerable weight. He clumsily pulled his legs into a
lotus position. His hands fell to the humming plasteel surface of the ship
server. He pulled his hands back up slowly until his fingers pointed up. The
lenses of his comp set mirrored and his fingers began tapping.
Less than a minute passed before the tech-jacks staring at him felt the
dull boom emanating from the lodge ship's center decks. Hundreds of
systems were rebooting in the reverse sequence they had shut down. Cheers
rang out as Condu helped Keokuk down from the server, slapping his back
and laughing.
“Well played,” Condu exclaimed. “Why didn't you leave our comp set
views active so we could watch your code? My boys could use the help.”
“You don't want your boys picking up my bad code habits. I find it takes
Keokuk grinned.
“We are all a team here, Keokuk. You got to learn to play well with
others,” Condu jabbed playfully at Keokuk's arm. “You know we will still have
Keokuk smiled wide. “Wish I could help. One thing that concerns me
about this is whoever placed this virus had high level Haida access codes. I
will look into it and get back to you with what I find. Listen, can you have
“Sorry, no.” Keokuk shook his head as Condu showed him his area in
walls separated each family's area from the next. Children ran here and there
playing Hunter and Doe. He also saw a young girl changing her shirt in the
open with no more concern than if she were reading a book. “I need a place
Diegueño lodge ship. Trying to squeeze a ‘quiet time’, I guess. I had forgotten
you’re a devout Evangelical Christian, aren’t you? Well, relax a while. Enjoy
the change of scenery and the people. Go down to the crafts deck and spend
some wampum. There is a lot of superb stock right now due to the artisans
“I have hours of work to do before I sleep and more when I wake. Now
please, I don't care if it's an empty flight hangar, I need a quiet work area.”
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Condu nodded in ascent and lead Keokuk back out of the common
room.
It took some searching but in an hour Condu found a spot on the Wolf
Sequoya within the hour, see if we can get that outrider ship for you. I'll also
“Excellent. Thank you, Condu.” Keokuk settled and set to work before
Condu had reached the grass-covered floor again. He linked with the ship
server and set to work on the lodge ship Tumble Weave’s navcomp. These
powerful comps insured that when the ship fired its Kellion Cannon to create
ship to exactly the calculated position galaxies away. He lost himself in the
work and was shaken from his concentration when his comp set blinked with
an incoming message.
TO Keokuk / FROM Wolf Plume - Just hit Tumble Weave. Pack is hand
delivering some sensitive data we obtained on our last op. Heard about your
five-minute crisis crush. Well done. It's been way to long, friend. Meet the
Keokuk groaned at the interruption. It was late and he still had three
hours of work to do before he turned in. But the request came from Wolf
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Plume, the old Russian who had swung him platinum level access to ship
servers when he was eight and kept him reading with a steady flow of
Twentieth Century comic books and even hard copy books throughout his
teens. The groan turned to a grin as he pulled his jacket on. He labored his
way down the tree and made his way quickly through the fifty meters of light
forest toward the corridor entrance. A gray wolf approached and eyed him
a moment he exited safely into the corridor. The cold hall air hit him as he
Snow's smile was sweet and inviting. Keokuk smiled back as he handed
his jacket to her. She took the jacket, caressing the soft black leather. She
admired the fine embroidery. The jacket, bearing the Tsimshian symbol, was
a gift from Blue Cloth that Keokuk had worn for a dozen years now.
“Heroes drink free tonight, enjoy yourself. Good to see you again,
“Good to see you again, Snow. I'll tell you if I see any heroes.” Keokuk
“It's not for sale and I believe I've mentioned that before.”
“Sorry, Keo,” she said tapping her fingers together. “Did Condu find
“Don't wait so long to visit again.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed
Keokuk walked slowly forward and let the audio/visual maelstrom that
was “The Cave” soak into his head. Fast, hard rock pounded out of the large
luminescent speakers set in front of the glass aquarium walls. The Cave was
the circular walls and the floors of all seven stories. “The Cave” was a
center deck aquarium. Keokuk made his way through the undulating,
drunken crowd. The Diegueño usually shared their lodge ships with over one
foods to other tribes. Some delivered Diegueño art and crafts to UDA black
animal habitats.
were more than ten software, hardware and overall comp experts. They were
skinny or fat, distinct from the hard bodies of the Apache or Brule soldiers.
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The tech-jacks averted their eyes from Keokuk, a clear cyber salute of their
known as Tokuga, nodded slightly at Keokuk over his drink. Keokuk nodded
back and noticed respect and envy peeking out from behind Tokuga’s
aloofness.
Keokuk wrangled a few more meters through the packed crowd and
found what he was looking for. A back booth overflowed with Jade Dagger
Pack. Wolf Plume, a grizzled old pilot bearing Russian features, was telling
one of his numerous war tales. Next to him sat a handsome young Irishman
a wiry soldier, was scanning the crowd, spotting Keokuk as soon as he came
continued staring at him placidly as he closed the last few meters to the
booth. Thankfully Wovoka, the leader of Jade Dagger and Keokuk's brother,
Keokuk broke the sound shield surrounding the booth and piled in next
to Wolf Plume. Once inside the shield only the steady vibration of “Pimp
Caine” at eighty decibels reminded the group they were in a crowded bar.
“Keokuk, thank you! Thank you for coming.” Wolf Plume's eager smile
“For you, anything, old man. How are you surviving with this blood
thirsty pack of dogs?” Keokuk jumped slightly as the massive body of a blue
“These boys keep my blood flowing and I get around just fine, thank
you.”
The Irish tribal sitting next to Wolf Plume tapped his fingers and words
scrolled across the steel blue of his comp set. “Can I order you something?”
cheese fries.”
Slow Turtle nodded and finger tapped the order. He refrained from
mentioning the meal would do little to help Keokuk's already heavy frame. As
an Apache warrior who tempered his body two to four hours a day for
The last two years had been hectic for Keokuk. He had single-handedly
written a self-adjusting slip code that allowed Zuni agents to penetrate UDA
comm-gate security ICE in the field. He had been raised from tech-jack to tri-
jack. The title was a Tsimshian badge of honor that declared a tribal had
code writing, installing, repairing and adjusting hardware and in getting the
myriad of AC comps to talk to each other. Only legacy, the mastery of older
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model comps and ancient code languages had truly challenged him. As one
and Chief Shakespeare did not shy from exploiting that fact. Keokuk might
have minded if he had something else in his life that work took him away
from, but he did not and he allowed the work to consume him. His career
Keokuk stared into the crowd for a moment. He didn't like to talk about
himself. When he looked back at the group he met Cavaho's eyes. Cavaho's
level gaze was empty, showing nothing of his feelings or thoughts. Keokuk
looked away quickly. As withdrawn as Keokuk was, Cavaho made him feel like
Wolf Plume laughed, “Am I that transparent? I'm sorry, Keokuk. Its just I
know you have info could help our pack right now. We’re trailing 430 points
behind Jade Pelt and one or two good ops would close that gap fast.”
alone. Almost all of the other tribals in the AC worked in packs, small groups
numbering between three and eight members, which vied for position
against one another. The packs were ranked by a point system for successful
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operations and the highest ranked packs got first crack at choice
assignments, equipment and new pack members culled from the AC's youth.
mother comp just before I left Grizzly King,” Keokuk finger tapped and pulled
Wolf Plume, Slow Turtle and Cavaho squinted at Keokuk’s comp set. He
had left it translucent and the text could be read on the front of his glasses,
backwards. The three were discouraged to see that the lenses only showed
read. Tribe Tsimshian used this rare code to hide sensitive information from
others. The three sat back again waiting for Keokuk to interpret.
“Cease fire has ended on Idelas Prime Outpost in the Privilege System.
Resistance forces there are looking for a flux crew to assist in setting up an
their comp set lenses. Stats on the resistance forces, ship and troop counts,
played across the map. “It's a little more covert than your pack’s normal ops
but resistance forces are paying six hundred tons of tritanium up front to the
AC and promising eighty percent salvage after the resistance forces take the
capital. AC has six thousand troops allocated for combat on the planet in six
months. This will help lay ground work for that assault. Infiltrator and Turtle
packs are to be sent for various other ops. Point value for the mission is
anywhere from two thousand to three thousand for thirty days work.”
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take of points. Just the kind of numbers we’re looking for, no? Could even
Slow Turtle nodded. “What else?” He swirled the blue liquid in his glass
it looks like the AC will net twelve fighters for the Nez Perce. Point values
know each of you are going to keep this under raps.” Keokuk waited for each
of them to agree. He had to wait for Wolf Plume’s reply. The old Russian had
a tough time tracking all the data on his comp lenses and watching Keokuk
at the same time. Keokuk didn't wait for Cavaho's reply because he knew
there wouldn't be one. Nor was there any possibility Cavaho would tell
habitable planet in the Periphery. Turns out they were true. Zuni agents have
been working on this for about ten months and they confirmed Rowan Cartel
discovered a habitable planet in the Canes Venatici Super Cluster. It's a small
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jungle planet they named Naanac. They have kept it secret from the UDA for
six years now. They are using it for a research facility and for Rowan it’s the
ultimate in privacy. No worries about the prying eyes of other megacorps and
planet. The asteroid field is the original rock crust of the planet blown into
“Skip the geography lesson. What's the op?” Slow Turtle finished his
Wolf Plume cocked an eye at Slow Turtle and slapped the back of his
head. “If you were paying attention you would understand that any op on
“This free-floating asteroid field, it’s called the Free Mantle. It surrounds
asteroids over two kilometers deep that will grind and smash even the
smallest ship into dust. The only way on or off the planet is to build a channel
through the Free Mantle large enough to get a ship through. Costs Rowan
Cartel millions of creds to build one channel once a year to take the research
coming soon. Rowan Cartel are sending out the annual shuttle and the Elders
want an Infiltrator team to slip in and retrieve animals for the Diegueño to
Circle starts soon, won’t whatever team takes this miss out on the
gathering.”
Keokuk nodded. “That's why four thousand to six thousand points are
being offered. However, I should tell you now Elder Weaver is leaning toward
sending Jade Shark. He was impressed with their work on the Holstice
Penetration. Your going have to pull some strings and move fast if you want
Keokuk finger tapped and cleared his comp set and the others’ as well.
Wolf Plume extended his fist forward toward Keokuk and Keokuk placed
his fist against it. “Thank you. You always come through for us. So what do
mass driver sabotage op. It’s right up our alley. We could probably cut the
timetable down to a week. Also a higher chance of gun play than the other
ops and I really want to break in that new Sledge Decimator I picked up on
Privilege.”
Wolf Plume nodded, “If Lige’s in the vicinity we may get a shot at a
force survey that could net us an extra three thousand points off the same
op. I'd like to get a good look at his new Atlas class colony ship, Black
Mariah.”
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The three men turned to Cavaho. He stared back for a moment and
“You don't like the sabotage op?” Slow Turtle asked, surprised Cavaho
Cavaho nodded.
“You might be right,” Wolf Plume said rapping the table. “It would be a
challenge for our overall performance. I think we are getting a little too
Infiltrator Pack.”
Slow Turtle grinned. “Good Point. We beat the hell out of the Trighter
back on Upsilon 26. The shield generator only had three undamaged panels
left and I have a feeling Kill Spotted Horse is getting a little tired of the
repairs. He's already replacing our external plate armor with scryxat rather
Keokuk looked outside the booth. Just outside the sound shield stood
Wovoka.
A cold silence fell on the booth as the brothers met each other’s gaze.
Keokuk's eyes never left his brother’s. “No worries, old man. Why don't
Immediately, Slow Turtle and Wolf Plume bustled out of the booth.
Hana was talking to Wolf Plume before the sound shield resumed. Wovoka
continued to glare at his brother and Keokuk returned the look with intensity.
Wolf Plume physically pulled Wovoka around, away from Keokuk. Quick words
passed between the two, blocked by the sound shield. Keokuk watched as
Wolf Plume talked, his hands making sweeping motions as the old man
soothed the angry warrior. Then Hana was talking to Wovoka, laying her
hands on his shoulders. She led him away and Wovoka only shot one
venomous look back. Keokuk’s lips pulled back, baring his teeth in challenge.
Cavaho and Keokuk watched the group go. Slow Turtle spun one of the
women onto the dance floor, laughing and spilling his drink all at once.
Wovoka was pulled into a tight kiss by Hana and looked like he would have to
come up for air soon. The last woman, older and wearing more clothes than
the other two combined, leaned back in her chair, readying herself for Wolf
listen was truly an expression of affection. The seats surrounding Wolf Plume
were quickly vacated by tribals who knew better than to start listening to one
Keokuk looked at all three couples, then at Cavaho sitting next to him.
CHAPTER 03
“Fifth round! I'll take that wager and give you three to one,” Keokuk
laughed and fingered the wager to his comp set. Four Apache infantry
troopers made the same wager with him and Keokuk would have taken more
Tumble Weave was typical of AC lodge ships in the fact that the
majority of the inhabitants were from the tribe the lodge ship was designated
for, in this case Diegueño. Five to ten percent of the inhabitants were
ship. The Nez Perce provided pilots to every tribe. The Haida provided
Shamans, healers and seers. The Kichai provided bean counters and Judges.
The Apache and the Brule provided various types of troopers and soldiers.
Keokuk sat in the large barracks area given to the Apache and Brule
crossworkers assigned to Tumble Weave. The large room, its walls lined with
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small bunks, floor to ceiling, was strikingly different from the rest of the
Diegueño lodge ship. All of the colors, decorations and plants were gone,
replaced with grey walls broken only by the matte black and chrome of
Brule weekly pitted their best hand-to-hand fighters against each other for
Officially, the Diegueño abhorred the unnecessary violence but the Apache
and Brule kept to their own area and Chief Sequoya looked the other way.
Keokuk noticed that more than half of the tribals crammed in the room were
Diegueño.
The crowd doubled after Keokuk added Cavaho's name to the fight
schedule for that night. Keokuk shook his head in amazement and climbed
with Condu to sit in one of the high bunks with a good view of the fight circle.
“Who's the feral favorite these days?” Keokuk pulled off his jacket.
Condu pointed out a towering figure a few meters from the edge of the
fight circle. “Johnny the Bomb. A UDA pro wrestler six months ago, still a
recruit, but the Apaches are warming to him already. He's been waiting three
“No worries... I'm highly impressed with the effort the Diegueño have
put into this lodge ship. Seeing this dark hole these Brule troops live in
Condu leaned back against the wall. “Most of the Diegueño hate living
on these lodge ships so they make the best of it. Have you seen the
Keokuk thought for a moment about Grizzly King, his home lodge ship.
“Well, Grizzly King is becoming quite polished. Over the last few years the
Kichai kicked back over a hundred million UDA creds. They were able to
increase the payments the Apache and Brule made for their merc work by
eighty percent and the Tsimshian got a nice cut because we facilitate quite a
bit of their work. We do a lot of code breaking, data sifts, upgrades on vehicle
and ship comps for both tribes. I know those creds should have gone into
education or maybe funded the confiscation of a whole new lodge ship but I
think the Elder Council is finally realizing the lodge ships are our homes.
They have been for all twenty-eight years of the AmerIndian Confederacy’s
Keokuk brushed the sheets under his seat and continued. “We finished
updating all the internal fusion conduits four months ago and so the whole
ship is powered at one hundred and eighty percent efficiency. We are getting
schedules, no power share schedules. It's almost too convenient. Half the
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tribe is forgetting all the silly stuff we used to do to live in that tub of a ship.
three UDA super class destroyers a couple weeks back without even taking
three percent hull damage. No Nez Perce assistance needed. It's like bust to
As the announcer strolled into the fight circle, Condu sat up and craned
his neck. “You speak truth. Between the raw creds these outposts are
offering, the material incentives; plasteel, cases of memory cubes, rail guns,
bulk medical supplies and scavenging rights, we’re booking a fortune. And
it’s easy money from what I hear. To the Apache and Brule, at least. Seems
like the UDA forces are getting easier to flog. Their troops are worthless; no
“I agree. UDA forces are low-grade fodder. What the UDA lacks in
quality though they make up for in quantity. Did you hear about the rout on
Fitzgerald 12, NGC 3116? The Apache sent in two P1 outrider ships with sixty
pushed the sched by three minutes to load another two hundred people.
Eight UDA Black Knight cruisers came in and pummeled the outrider ships.
All told, sixteen hundred tribals. Four AC survivors, four! That's where we are
paying for our newfound comfort. One mistake, one wrong decision, you let
the UDA get too close and they swarm you like a pack of dogs.”
Cavaho paced into the fight circle. The crowd erupted and swift finger
first, third, tenth? The majority of the betting was not on whether Cavaho
would win, only when. Few were taking the five to one odds on Cavaho
losing.
Cavaho pulled off a simple cotton tee baring a brilliant red AC symbol
tattoo. A group of Diegueño women and girls put up their hands and turned
Cavaho did not flex, stretch, pace or glare. He simply waited. With his
shirt off his body art could be clearly seen, a maze of bright red inked vines
and thorns covering his back, chest, arms. The message was clear, contact
with any part of Cavaho would cause bleeding and pain. His body appeared
to be exactly what it was, a weapon. His muscles were cut sharply, not large
from repetitious workouts, but hard and balanced, from varied exercise and
like Wovoka, bearing the same dark AmerIndian skin, but his jet-black hair
“How long has it been since Angela married that Kichai arms dealer?”
“Almost three years now I think.” Keokuk fingered a command and his
comp set magnified his vision by fifty percent. “He took his oath of silence
Condu paused. “Cavaho really hasn't said a single word in four years?
“Wolf Plume says he doesn't. Says he has kept the oath. Cavaho is
coyote crazy, though. From what Wolf Plume says, he is nested-If wired
twenty-four, seven. He works out six hours a day and does six different katas
for another two hours when they are not on active mission. Wolf Plume says
his way to get into hand-to-hand and carves up UDA troops with those
scythes he calls knives. Wolf Plume says sometimes Cavaho comes back
from an op drenched in blood and they have to throw him in the shower
because he won't wash or even move for half a day. It's like he's riding low
after coming off of some amazing high. I think he has a huge amount of
anger he’s trying to channel into something that won't get him banished. I
know without his pack, Jade Dagger, he would have been dead many times
from side to side. He rolled his neck, flexed, and lifted his knees. At 220
centimeters he was a good four decimeters taller than Cavaho and had
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The announcer finished the stats report. “And so, gamblers and
Cavaho, the Apache pride and terror. His challenger, Johnny the Bomb, a
gritty, fast contender - eight and one this season. The hardest kick in the
Most of the crowd booed loudly. He was not the man their wampum
The announcer held his hand high in the air. “In my fist I hold eight
stones. Four will be given to each warrior. Each warrior may elect to give as
many stones to his opponent as he wishes. The settings on the blast gloves
and boots will be set to the amount of stones the warrior has at the
The announcer lowered his hand and walked to Cavaho first, handing
him the four stones. Cavaho held his hand out flat. The announcer placed his
hand over Cavaho's and pulled a piece of red cloth from his belt placing it
over both hands. He whisked the cloth away showing only two closed fists.
He returned to Johnny and did the same. He pulled both warriors to the
center of the ring. The crowd fell silent for a moment as the announcer held
up both fists.
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A chant rose from half the crowd. “A gift of all to make him fall.”
Cavaho had never kept even one of his own stones. The only setting above
zero he ever received came from opponents who were braver than they were
smart. The announcer opened his hand and the number four showed on
everyone’s comp set view. The crowd harrumphed in knowing approval and
“It appears Johnny the Bomb is brighter than your average recruit. He
has elected to give Cavaho the Decimator one stone.” The announcer
opened his hand confirming the number. “Set blast gloves and boots at one.”
He indicated Cavaho with his right. “And seven,” indicating Johnny with his
left. Large neoprene covered gloves and boots were thrown into the fight
circle. The steel and black fighting implements landed on the floor with
sharp, hollow clacks. Each warrior picked up the set thrown closest and put
them on. The blast gloves and boots were tools introduced in the gladiator
games on Praltas. The sets of gloves and boots were used to amplify the
power of a fighters kicks or blows, but deliver the blow in an even, cushioned
manner that avoided bone breakage. Cavaho would be hitting with his force
amplified ten percent. Johnny the Bomb would enjoy a seventy percent
boost.
Cavaho clapped the bulky gloves together, palms in. He kicked the
heels of both blast boots, activating them. Green lights winked on each glove
and boot. As the light bathed across his chest, Cavaho flowed into motion. A
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short, quick step to the right. A wide backing arc to the left. Cavaho looked
up and watched as green lights fired in Johnny's hands. Cavaho shot forward,
running full force at Johnny. He flew across five meters and leapt at Johnny,
As Cavaho sped forward his knee lifted and his right arm cocked
backed into position to strike. He leveled his left arm at the massive wrestler
like a spear; his momentum flinging him to the point of impact. Cavaho's
explosive run, the sheer speed of it, caught Johnny by surprise. Johnny
combination of the two. The decision took only a second, a second he did not
have.
Johnny stepped quickly to the side and took his body out of the primary
line of Cavaho's leap. The wrestler stayed close enough, however, to snap off
a powerful left punch. Cavaho fired, his right glove connecting solidly with
Johnny's head. Johnny's left caught Cavaho square in the ribs. Johnny's head
velocity combined with the force of Johnny's blow carried him another two
Johnny shook his head and planted his right hand to stop from falling
flat on his face. Cavaho lay on the floor motionless. Johnny groaned and
squinted at Cavaho lying limp and hopefully broken near the edge of the
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circle. He could see a large ugly purple patch on Cavaho's back where the
floor had marked him when he struck it. No sweat had slickened the surface
yet and so the floor had gripped his body and tugged at his muscles before
Johnny's mind or any of the crowds that Cavaho had gotten the worst of this
trading of blows.
Johnny snapped his head twice, hard, shaking off the last of the
motionless heap close to the wall. He gave a quick nod to the yelling crowd,
half screaming for him to finish Cavaho, the other half shouting for Cavaho to
get up. Johnny walked faster as he got closer to Cavaho. Just as he entered
striking range Cavaho rolled and rode a tight somersault away from Johnny
and onto his feet. Without any pause his feet flashed and he was circling; his
Johnny frowned and readied his own fists. He circled and closed.
The wrestler drifted back and began to circle and widen the distance
between the two. He refused to approach Cavaho for the moment. Cavaho
closed. He jabbed at Johnny's upheld gloves and then pulled back his right
for a heavy punch to Johnny's chest. Johnny twisted slightly and moved in
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toward the punch. The punch hit Johnny’s chest askew and the sacrifice gave
Johnny raised his heavy blast gloves and dropped them on Cavaho
shoulders. Cavaho attempted to ram his left knee into Johnny's stomach. Too
late. Cavaho grimaced as Johnny clamped onto him, pulling him forward.
Johnny head butted Cavaho as he jacked his knee into Cavaho's hip, lifting
and turning him. Cavaho folded into Johnny and the wrestler let gravity pull
his heavy body down to the floor. Johnny’s fall was cushioned by Cavaho's
Keokuk groaned.
Johnny sprang up, leaving Cavaho on the floor. With a glee born from
the taste of victory he kicked Cavaho square in the back. Cavaho skidded a
meter, stopped, writhed with pain. The crowd roared in surprise, anguish and
delight. Johnny turned to face them, arms raised, soaking up the crowd’s
pulled his leg up to thrust it down into Cavaho's ribs. Johnny's right leg was
up and he balanced awkwardly on his left before the strike. With unexpected
speed Cavaho chopped at Johnny's left leg with his right arm and rolled away.
As Johnny's body crashed to the plasteel, Cavaho strained to rise. Blood from
the head butt covered Cavaho’s face and he blinked furiously to clear his
eyes.
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fire in his side. The crowd groaned at the unnatural lump on his ribs, the
cracked bone pushing the skin upward. Cavaho's teeth were bared and he
heaved his breath with fury. Johnny rose to face him, fists up. The wrestler
laughed as he gazed on the bloody, broken man before him. Johnny pulled
Cavaho lowered his center of gravity and flung his left leg in a long slow arc
sweeping under Johnny's feet. Cavaho swept him cleanly and Johnny landed
and stand. Halfway up Johnny felt the lightning blow of Cavaho's foot catch
him square in the jaw. He arced back, blood spraying out of his mouth as he
crashed again to the floor. Johnny rolled to distance himself from his
assailant and hurried again to stand. Cavaho was there, slamming him back
Out of nothing more than fear of losing, Johnny pushed himself to his
hands and knees. Cavaho nearly stood the wrestler up with a soccer kick to
the stomach. Cavaho reigned down two more blows, another trip to the
plasteel for Johnny. Johnny rolled onto his back. Rather than trying to stand
he put his hands up and shook his head. Cavaho backed away and lowered
his fists. Johnny's head rolled to the side and his hands dropped.
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Stripping off the blast gloves Cavaho walked toward his fallen
opponent. He bent and grabbed Johnny's hand and hauled the hulk of a man
to his feet. His teeth clenched with pain, Cavaho steadied Johnny and raised
his fist in the traditional tribal warrior greeting. Johnny placed his fist against
Cavaho's. His face was a bloody map of bruises, his head dropped to avoid
The crowd quieted as comp sets were checked with quick glances to
see how much had been lost or gained. The combat med tribals entered the
fight circle. Johnny angrily waived them away, but was in no shape to stop
them from helping him. Cavaho also half-heartedly struggled as they whisked
“Cavaho went back alley on that tribal. I’ve never seen him take a
Keokuk spoke while checking his winnings. “You haven't been watching
his bouts, Condu. He gives what he gets. Cavaho decided to get savage on
him only after that Apache kicked him in the back. Now I’ve got to get gone
CHAPTER 04
Wovoka grunted the count out on his crunches keeping pace with the
blasting rhythm of Neon Corpse. “One fifty-six, 157, 158, 159…” Each surge
forward expelled a small bit of anger that had surfaced at the sight of his
brother.
Blood red wolf claw tattoos were visible against his bare chest. They
marked him as the leader of his pack, the Alpha. On the wall his micromesh
matte black body armor hung, adorned by fourteen small laser-painted red
his ancestors but he did not believe it was facial features, perpetually dark
skin or long, poker-straight black hair that showed he was true AmerIndian. It
Wovoka's life, like the lives of most tribal members of the AmerIndian
no savings, no debt. Wovoka was bound by nothing but the desire to live in
harmony with the spirits of the land. That desire had nearly been expunged
from his people from over seven centuries without a Homeland. Wovoka was
Homeland.
Underlying all of these ways and beliefs was his loyalty to the
Massive breaker doors rolled open with a hiss and a low groan. Hana
walked cautiously into the hot, greasy engine room. Wovoka worked out here
because the constant heat pushed his body farther faster. The place was also
sharply with her dark oak skin. Her straight, jet black hair was tied back with
a small white piece of cloth. The shorts and cropped shirt she wore were
tight and looked as brand new as her spotless, white athletic shoes. She
indeed looked ready to workout but the outfit stated clearly working out was
converter. “Music off,” he said and pulled his shirt on. He was dripping with
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sweat and the shirt stuck to his chest and abdomen. “I didn't think I would
see you until tonight. Did you come to work out with me?”
Hana smiled. “Yes, I thought that might be nice. But first we need to
talk, a little.”
Wovoka picked up his towel and laid it on the large converter unit
making a place for Hana to sit without getting grease and water on herself.
She sat gracefully and patted the mag converter for Wovoka to sit next to
her.
“You have been gone too long,” Hana leaned in and kissed Wovoka
near his mouth. “Wovoka, I can't tell you how much I missed you,” she took
his hand in hers and squeezed. “You know it really doesn't have to be this
way, always apart from each other. Wovoka, you could be in a command
position within this Diegueño Lodge Ship. My father thinks the world of you.
You are very skilled and you are well respected by the chiefs. All it would take
is for you to ask and you would be transferred and promoted. We could be
Wovoka looked directly at Hana and paused. “We have discussed this.
That is not my path. I thought you knew that. I will be promoted on merit
in love with you. Deeply. And your path frightens me. In the past year your
pack has been on two-dozen missions. Out of those 365 days we’ve spent
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twelve together. I saw footage from the Miner's rebellion. By Wambli, it was
inhuman. How can you do this job for one more day? Your third Infiltrator,
Cavaho… There is something wrong with him. He was covered in blood in the
footage. Not his own. You, your pack, are destined to be legend. Either you
will continue to conquer every foe as you have for half your life or you will be
killed by a hail of laser fire and immortalized by the Apache for your sacrifice.
You need to slow down. Live normally. You accept missions for your pack
three times more often than the quotas demand. It is too much.”
“Hana, why are you saying these things? You know who I am, what I
higher than those who follow me and who lead me. This is the goal I have set
for myself and I believe that I have been honest with you about that.”
your philosophy and living it. Wovoka, do you know how much I love you?
It's not loneliness. It's an overwhelming desire to be with you. I love you
because you are different, driven, passionate. I am beginning to fear you for
the same reasons. I fear what you will do to my life. Wovoka, look at me. I am
a beautiful, intelligent woman. I could have any man I choose and I pine
away for weeks waiting for you to return for a few days. I cannot accept the
Lowering his head, Wovoka pulled at the shirt sticking to his chest. “It
is not fair to you.” Wovoka stared at the doors for a moment. “You deserve
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more. You deserve more time, more attention, maybe even more love. I will
not give those things to you. You should find a man who will.”
Hana sat motionless. A tear fell from her cheek and for a few moments
she was silent. “I should, Wovoka. But I can't. I know my heart and a month
with anyone else would not compete with one day with you. I am sorry.
Wovoka, I want to hold a star in my hands but I don't want that star to lose
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close and
lightly kissed his neck. He could feel each tear fall as she clung to him. He
could feel her warmth and he breathed deeply the sweet smell of her
“I love you, Hana…” Wovoka pulled away from her and stood. “Enough
A questioning look spread across Hana's face as she wiped tears from
for a few days every few weeks. Also, if you actually asked Sequoya if he
you really don't know me at all.” Wovoka stood. “Hana, I risk my life and the
lives of my pack every week. You think I would rob another tribal of a
promotion so I can have easy duty, so I can spend more time with you?”
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Hana sat gaping, stunned. As the only daughter of the chief of the
Diegueño tribe she had dealt with more suitors than she could remember.
Relationships were a delicate dance of power, a game she had mastered long
ago. And never had she been in this position, hearing these words. But she
had played this game long enough to know how deep she was now. She had
forgotten rule number one of the game, the person who cares the least
about a relationship controls it. Wovoka had cared the least from day one
and now she had tried to leverage him when she had no power. It had
backfired, badly. Painfully, she realized Wovoka's words echoed what she had
that is wrong. I won't be willing to give you that kind of relationship for years.
The goal I have set for myself will take years to accomplish. I was wrong to
think I could give you what you are looking for. I am sorry.”
“Wovoka, you are what I am looking for,” Hana spoke without thinking.
As she heard herself say the words she ached. She remembered the men
who had valiantly tried to change her mind and failed. She knew the
hundreds of thoughts, the dozens of reasons why they should stay together,
how she would appreciate and contribute to his goals and dreams, were chaff
in the wind now. He was leaving her and there was nothing she could say to
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change that. Her only chance to be with him again was the last thing she
wanted to do. Be silent and act like this was best. Betray her heart.
“If I was what you wanted you would not have the concerns you have,”
Wovoka shook his head and placed his hand on her cheek consolingly. Hana
flinched; his gesture was a hard slap. She felt more tears forming.
“Yes, maybe this…” The tears rolled down her cheeks. They were
bright and iridescent against her dark skin and flowed slowly down the
situation, how utterly beautiful she was. “This is for the best.” Hana turned
and walked slowly away, moving faster as the huge breaker doors rolled
open. Wovoka watched the doors roll shut behind her and knew she was
Wovoka wondered if he was being fair to her. He had been angry with
her when she brought up the same tired issue. Was there really room in his
life for her or anyone? How long would it be before he could be part of a
not exactly for the AmerIndian Confederacy. Wovoka stopped himself and
thought about whom the missions were actually for. All of Wovoka’s goals, all
of his sacrifice revolved around Stone Rain, his father who had been pulled
away from him, his mother and his brother thirteen years ago. Killed in the
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White Earth Massacre with 18,000 other tribals, Stone Rain had left a legacy
sister planet to Earth, White Earth was a pristine world of forests, rivers and
governments and factions still to wrest its possession from the UDA. If not for
his death, Stone Rain would have become chief of the Apache within a few
years. Now Wovoka was gaining the experience and reputation it would take
to achieve the goal death had stolen from his father. Along with the legacy
Stone Rain had left behind the seeds of conflict between Wovoka and
Keokuk.
Like his brother, Keokuk, Wovoka enjoyed his work. Serving the AC,
even killing for the AC was not labor a to him. His pack was skilled and their
success rate was rivaled only by one other infiltrator pack. Like his father
before him, Wovoka knew he could write his pack’s name indelibly into the
in achieving the AmerIndians’ first and greatest goal, regaining the North
involved with Hana. Failing to recognize that fact from the beginning had
caused her undue pain. His fault. The thought repeated in his mind and each
time he slammed a quick jab into the repulse pad. Again and again and again
the repulse pad banged back into its mount and slowly the pain in his arms
CHAPTER 05
In the liberty Galaxy Cluster, fifty-six million light years from Earth,
shuttle traffic was brisk between the gathered Nez Perce lodge ships. Dean,
crowded urban outpost he had escaped from. He thought back to his friends,
Lucas and Derek and the gaming group that saved for months to fund his
escape from UDA outpost New Angelos. They had worked hard to facilitate
He turned away from the view and slipped on the comp set a liaison
tribal had given him. He softly spoke the commands to link him with the
shuttle server. He had practiced with the keying bands but was not yet adept
enough to use them effectively. Soon he was linked and he started to explore
the AC nets his limited access would allow. A section on new candidate
The section explained it was the task of the Nez Perce tribe to take in
new candidates and mold them to tribal life. Weeding out the chaff from the
dedicated shuttles every week to Nez Perce lodge ships. New candidates first
went through the Trial, a six-week physical and mental training session.
Approximately ten percent of the new candidates left due to the rigors of the
Trial.
Starting with the first day on lodge ship all new candidates were
subject to the Three Laws. Every tribal was expected to live by the Three
LAW ONE - No tribal may own more than he can carry on his back or be in
purposefully.
LAW THREE - Work will be the daily contribution for every tribal.
Dean read on. Kichai judges were specifically tasked with addressing
infringements of these laws. Dean saw quickly that judges had a great deal
strip him of possessions, separate him from friends and family or assign him
one hour or as much as one year to sit and contemplate their transgression.
tribal could leave a contemplation room at any time, but if she did not stay
for the time the judge suggested then she was marked as not truly wishing
to improve her behavior and could be quickly banished from the Confederacy
Dean shook his head when he read the AC had no police force. Every
tribal was expected to follow the laws and stop other tribals from breaking
them. Kichai Judges banished a few hundred tribals each year. Solvers, Zuni
investigators, aided judges in determining the truth when tribals lied to avoid
banishment. Capital and corporal punishment were not practiced in the AC.
Beyond the Three Laws, recruits also fell under the Cleansing Law,
which forbid the use of drugs (narcotics, alcohol, tobacco) and sation chips. If
a recruit violated any of these laws they were immediately banished from the
outpost. Dean marveled at the frankness of the AC data files. It stated plainly
that twenty percent of all new candidates were banished during the Trial due
were shipped out due to violating the Cleansing Law. Still, some junkies were
pulled through their addictions by the Trial. Most of these proved to be die-
hard tribals who served the AmerIndian Confederacy out of gratitude for
Recruits were put on a strict diet of fruit, vegetables and small portions
of protein. In addition all contact with non-AC personnel was forbidden. The
first two years were a tempering period that produced healthy, capable
tribals. Thirty percent of all recruits made it through this tempering. Those
Confederacy as full members of any tribe they chose. The Nez Perce received
most of the black recruits after tempering. Early on in the AC the elders
recognized that black recruits excelled as pilots. The Nez Perce tribe
naturally attracted more and more black tribals until it was comprised of
posing as recruits. During its twenty-eight year history four UDA plants had
Confederacy in earnest.
Dean pulled off the comp set and rubbed the back of his neck. He was
ready to begin. The shuttle zipped between the many outrider ships that
surrounded each of the lodge ships and began to close on the largest,
Wanderer. Over fifteen hundred meters in length and sixty decks in height,
Wanderer cut an imposing figure amongst the smaller lodge ships. The
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shuttle easily maneuvered into one of Wanderer's large docking bays. The
bay was meticulously clean and unobstructed. At the side of the shuttle ten
Confederacy officers.
A soft hiss from the airlock signaled the recruits to begin exiting the
shuttle. Stepping onto the bay's floor, Dean noticed Nez Perce bay workers
on the level below, already preparing for maintenance on the heavy shuttle.
One of the Nez Perce waved to Dean kindly when she saw him watching.
“Gather round.” The old Russian stepped forward and walked slowly
down the line of new recruits. He reached the end, turned and smiled. “A fine
group of recruits, men and women worthy of the blood. Welcome one and all
to the AmerIndian Confederacy. From this moment forward your lives will cut
initial orientation, I and other guides will show you many facets of life as a
Wolf Plume noticed one of the recruits shivering despite the insulated
“Indeed it is cold,” Wolf Plume smiled. The integrated mike on his comp
set ran his voice through the ship’s intercom system so everyone could hear
him clearly. “All AmerIndian Confederacy ships are heated only in living
quarters. This allows the energy normally allocated for heating other areas of
functions. This is just one of many ways we make our ships more efficient
lightweight micromesh jackets already taking the recruits’ luggage off the
shuttle on anti-grav skids. Two of the dog soldiers scanned the luggage
carefully as it was loaded. The rest of the dog soldiers stood at attention,
“All of you are scheduled for a battery of tests to help the AmerIndian
Confederacy assess your strengths and weakness and begin the process of
embracing you as productive tribals. You have all traveled great distances
continent for seven millennium before the year 1492. The AmerIndian
Weaver. May Wambli carry his spirit eternally. Since the AmerIndian
tribals have given their lives in her service. Still the AmerIndian Confederacy
“Our organization is simple. We are divided into eight tribes, each tribe
specializing in one service. The Apache are the army, no more or less than
the grunts that fight and win land battles. The Brule are our elite forces,
plants and animals assaulted by the relentless expansion of the UDA. The
Cybershamans. The stories you have heard are indeed true. They wield
incredible spiritual power. The Kichai are the merchants. They sell, buy and
invest for the Confederacy. Every cred the Confederacy accrues, and that is
“The Nez Perce control our navy. They pilot and maintain the 30 lodge
ships, 620 outrider ships and 5,100 space and aero-fighters in the
They are charged with building and maintaining the Confederacy's vast comp
last and smallest of all the tribes is the Zuni. They are the intelligence of the
The chiefs are in turn advised by the five member Elder council. As can be
There are even some Caucasians, like myself, who have sworn loyalty to her.
Once you complete the tempering period and are accepted as a tribal you
whether your blood is pure Native American or lacks even a drop of Native
American lineage. The fact that the AmerIndian Confederacy has opened her
Wolf Plume finger tapped, the movement of each finger read by his
keying bands. “I will now send to your comp sets.” Wolf Plume transmitted a
Lodge Ships: 10
Lodge Ships: 1
Ships: 1
Lodge Ships: 2
NEZ PERCE / Chief Rail / Service: Navy / Total Population: 54,000 / Lodge
Ships: 7
Ships: 2
Wolf Plume allowed the recruits a moment to scan the numbers. “But
why did the AmerIndian Confederacy form? Why do we exist? The answer is
Homeland, the natural balance of man and nature that our ancestors enjoyed
over seven hundred years ago and for seven thousand years before 1492.
Homeland, where rivers and streams are the blood of each tribal that
inhabits the land. Homeland, where each tribal living with the land knows
damaging that land is akin to spilling his own blood. The AmerIndian
Confederacy was created to fight for our land, the North American Continent
quest for harmony and peace by sheer will. He did this in response to the
actions of another man, Silus Mar. In 2056 Silus Mar transformed the United
Nations into the United Democracy Alliance. Today, the UDA stands as the
Earth, eight habitable colony planets and eight hundred outposts across
seven settled galaxies. Now, why does the AmerIndian Confederacy oppose
this government?
“The primary reason the AC fights the UDA is for the return of the
UDA values each inch of land on Earth as though it were paved with gold. Its
true economic value is actually close to this extravagant concept. The land is
“There are many other reasons why the AC fights the UDA. The UDA's
double and triple tax its constituents, are just the beginning.
“The UDA does not have a balanced environmental policy. While the
UDA is taking large steps to halt the ravaging of Earth, it has allowed strip-
mining on all eight habitable colony planets. The UDA employs a standard
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policy of jettisoning refuse by the barge load into the nearest sun from all
colonies and outposts. The UDA has destroyed the two habitable planets that
had been discovered after the inception of the Core Space Policy in 2142.
“We also believe the UDA and the megacorps have systematically
developed an economy in which most citizens are debt slaves. This situation
is compounded by the policy of icon literacy. Less than fifteen percent of the
“For the first fifteen years of the AC we strove to make the war we
has eroded that peaceful resolve. While Potlatch Weaver laid siege to White
Earth in 2179 with four hundred AC outrider ships, UDA Captain Gavon Lige
lead fifty prime ships to NGC 3703 where our lodge ships, filled with non-
combatants, women and children, were hidden. Lige destroyed eleven lodge
ships, slaughtering 18,000 tribals. We learned that day that just as Earth was
beyond our grasp, the separate planet of White Earth would require massive
“If you have come here to join us in this fight, if you are willing to
dedicate the whole of your life to these goals, I welcome you. You are
you do not share the urgency we feel to achieve our goals or you wish only
to escape the doldrums of the UDA without giving of yourselves then I urge
you now to step forward and we will escort you to the nearest outpost.”
you to your next guide, Coronado, who will answer any questions you have
and continue your orientation. If any of you wish to see me during your free
hours I will be available for the next two days. Simply ping me on the comp
set or come down to Deck 36, Sector 7, where I will be spending most of my
time.”
Hispanic accent. “You are all blessed. Today, the Diegueño have brought a
unique and wonderful specimen from one of their lodge ship zoos. A perfect
albino buffalo has been born and the Diegueño are joyfully taking him to
each lodge ship so that all the tribals may enjoy seeing this precious baby.
A body tank warrior loomed behind the Elder. The armor was Heavy
The integrated helmet hid the body tank warrior’s face. A rail gun was
clutched in the neoprene and metal grip of the suit's gauntlets. A fine mist
hissed out of the helmet as the sealed environmental system cleansed the
“Thank you, Elder John,” Wolf Plume opened his arms and hugged the
man.
“Please, I've told you Wolf Plume, just John. Please excuse us a
moment.” At Elder John's request the body tank warrior clanked heavily away
“Wolf Plume, you old dog. Where have you been, last three months?”
“Jade Dagger has been assigned to several missions since I have been
back. Probably seen all seven settled galaxies since I've slept in my own
berth.”
John shook his head. “Infiltration missions, right? Sneaking in and out
goes awry. Wolf Plume, do you know how many young bucks I have that can
take care of those tasks. Really! What are you doing flying a hopped-up
shuttle for an Infiltrator pack? I could have used you here with the convoy.
You are one of my best guides and you hardly ever teach. If you were here
with the convoy more I could start to groom you for what you really should
be doing.”
“My pack needs me, John. I enjoy working with them. They're good
“That's right and I guarantee you they will remain in the prime slot
without you. Have you seen some of the cross-tribe pack drafts this year?
They are all true walkers, strong as Grizzly and wise as Owl. Give it some
thought, old man. The Elders need you more than your pack. Now we have a
few more days before the Steel Circle begins. Promise me you'll come and
take a walk with me through the viewing decks. Antares' Comet is just
“I promise. I will think over your words, John. I missed our Stones
“Thank you, old friend. Call when you have time. We will walk.” John
hugged Wolf Plume again before exiting with his assigned body tank warrior
following closely.
Wolf Plume shook his head and walked across the bay, close to the
force field that kept the vacuum out and the artificial environment in. He
looked at the dozens of outrider ships and the other Nez Perce lodge ships
and thought of his brother and sister tribals on those ships. Wovoka, Cavaho,
Slow Turtle and his hopped-up Trighter were all he could see.
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CHAPTER 06
In the M101 Galaxy Cluster, thirty-two million light years from Earth,
UDA Admiral Lige stood on a raised dais at the center of Black Mariah’s
Confederacy outrider ship being decimated by his UDA fleet. “Titan, Atlas
and Nero adjust course to intercept the right flank. Recall all fighters and
With that order Lige strolled down from his command position, headed
toward the anti-grav platform. “Lieutenant Brax, clean up.” He waved his
His aide, Jaret Tucker, waited for him on the anti-grav platform. “Stock
portfolio is up three percent over projection for the week and seven percent
for the month. Now totaling at 1.6 billion creds. You have three priority
communiqués. One from President Sullivan. One from Delia. One from
Decker.”
water world, most likely in the Periphery, possibly in the NGC 3218 sector.
Have learned Celetain Prax will push for a separate tribe for GEB tribals.
Reports indicate Prax is been under great stress. She has prophesied a
political upheaval in the AC and the emergence of a new leader. A list of four
Lige smiled. “Excellent. Dispatch one prime ship for each location
mentioned with fifty body tank troops each, twenty-five Hammer Grade,
twenty-five Nail grade. Report the corporation fronts to the UDA IRS
Jaret began the President’s message. “Thank you kindly for your
superb work on the Zealot project. I have already filed petition for a valor
concerning the AC. You are my only Admiral who seems to always know the
AC's next move. I commend you on the intelligence gathering system you
have developed. Yet, I must ask why, with your ability to find hidden credit
accounts, supply caches and even battle plans, you have been unable to
supply me with the data I need most. Where is my daughter, Alexa? How
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and why was she kidnapped? When will she be returned home? I am aware
handling AC issues has proven that competency is not the issue here. I am
beginning to doubt your dedication to this issue. The Festival begins in two
weeks. If my daughter is not safely back on Earth at that time I will be forced
Admiral Lige stood motionless, not commenting. Jaret knew better than
to interrupt his silence. Lige did not like to be threatened. The Admiral
Jaret read, “Father, Thank you ever so much for the beautiful Fucara
necklace. I wear it every day. Each day when I am done with classes I go to
the observatory deck of the library. It is so beautiful, the trees and pond
remind me of home. You can see the neo-classic influence in the architecture
of the buildings on campus. I watch the dusk sky hoping to catch a glimpse
of your fleet. I look forward to your return. I have missed you. Please return
as soon as you can and above all else, be safe. Love, Delia.”
The anti-grav platform stopped and Jaret strode out, stepping over the
twelve centimeters distance between the platform and the floor of Deck 79.
Lige followed. Jaret was true samurai in every sense of the word but lineage.
He had shown on many occasions that he would lay down his life for Lige.
Jaret, now twenty-six, had served with Lige for ten years (since Lige had
wrong turn when trying to leave the sight of a successful hit. The crew was
skittered toward them ending up in the middle of Lige’s men. Each man
knew the thermite grenade would vaporize ten square meters. His men
skidded to a halt and stood for a short knowing second until Jaret pushed
The platoon only had enough time to turn and run a few meters before
the grenade detonated. Lige had looked back when he heard the loud hiss of
a smoke grenade. Jaret lay there with large clouds of smoke billowing out
from under him. Lige ran back, scooped him up and led him out. The smoke
temporarily blinded Jaret. Lige lost two men because of the delay Jaret's
injury caused but his respect for the boy had been forged then and there.
Jaret tapped the stylus on his datapad. “Stein reports nothing out of
the ordinary. Delia is studying hard. One of her professors has shown more
attention to her than he should, but like the other two or three suitors she
fends off each quarter, she refuses his advances and has paid him no further
attention. Her mind is on her studies. Stein's report confirms your daughter
does spend twenty or so minutes each evening watching the stars from the
library observatory decks. She misses you. Security at Yale is superb. Stein
contends he is not protecting her from any real danger. He is one of our best
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operatives. Perhaps his skills could serve us better somewhere else in the
field.”
Lige and Jaret entered the busy prison block. Two guards stepped aside
projects.”
He turned and faced the door of the cell. “Ace Taft nine two six.” The
thick door clicked and swung open automatically at Lige’s voice command.
Jaret followed him into a small cell. The floor and walls were all slate
grey. There was nothing in the room except a deep sleep chamber, an
ancient relic left over from the early days of space travel.
Lige opened a small hatch on the deep sleep chamber and keyed in an
opening string. The chamber hissed and the neuro-ice surrounding the
reserve tanks. The person in the chamber blinked and coughed as the lid
waited. Suddenly, as the figure began to breathe normally, Lige shot his
CHAPTER 07
“I think you are going to like the additions,” Kill Spotted Horse headed
up the ramp of the Trighter. “Two Sand Kings, one top, one bottom. There's a
training program on the Trighter’s comp. Should only take Slow Turtle an hour
or two. I also added thermo and twilight options to the optical package on
Kill Spotted Horse finger tapped a blueprint to Wovoka’s comp set view.
Fifteen meters high and twenty-eight meters from keel to stern, the
two distinct space-faring vessels. The chassis and frame of the Trighter were
from a UDA heavy fighter used for high power strafing runs and light
bombing missions. The rear end of the heavy fighter, nearly a third of the
entire vessel, had been chopped off. In place of the amputated rear was a
massive engine, nearly five meters in length, width and height. The engine
on a large swivel joint. The engine was originally used to power a troop
transport ten times larger than the fighter frame it was now attached to.
Spotted Horse's underling mechanics. The Trighter, the only one of its kind in
the AmerIndian Confederacy's fleet, was Wovoka's first and only choice of
transportation for his Infiltrator pack once he had seen it. Wovoka admired
Wovoka followed Kill Spotted Horse through the entry port and into the
confines of the Trighter until they entered a small room near the rear. Four
body tanks surrounded him. Each mobile armor suit sported garish neon
patterns, except for Cavaho's unit, which was matte black. Kill Spotted Horse
smacked his hands against Wovoka's armor. “Replaced six dermal armor
plates and ran a complete overhaul of the solid state frames. It's prime.”
Wovoka stepped forward and inspected the dermal plates on his Heavy
Jaguar body tank. He finger tapped a simple command to the suit. The whole
surface of the suit changed color. The orange, red and green muted,
disappeared and all that remained was the true plasteel chrome of the body
tanks's hide. All indicator bars read normal and the performance benchmarks
were well above spec. “I can't thank you enough, Kill Spotted Horse. Superb
work.”
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“Hey, no thanks necessary. Your pack earns the points necessary for
Kill Spotted Horse walked to the cockpit and sat in one of the
appeared on Kill Spotted Horse’s comp set view. “It's a settled planet owned
and operated by Rowan Cartel. They have kept it secret from the UDA for six
years. They kept it under wraps because their settlement of the planet, if you
can call two hundred researchers a settlement, violates the UDA Core Space
Policy.
station. It's sketchy what they are working on but limited intelligence we
have suggests some type of small arms, maybe a new cloaking technology.
Real trick is getting on and off of the planet. Once every year Rowan builds a
chunnel through this asteroid field that surrounds the planet. The locals call
the asteroid field ‘the Free Mantle.’ The chunnel they build is two kilometers
of flexible plasteel fifty meters in diameter. One Rowan shuttle takes all of
the research for the year back to Rowan Headquarters. The chunnel lasts for
thirty-six hours. After that the asteroid belt breaches the chunnel's structural
integrity and it is no longer passable by any ship. My pack will have a thirty-
six hour window to penetrate the Free Mantle, take our survey and get back
Kill Spotted Horse shook his head. “Well, the Trighter is ready. No
question. I don't think you will use the body tanks if this op is done right.
What you will need is some good tracking and mapping equipment suitable
for severe, wet weather. You are also going to need some type of trick to get
you from the chunnel down to the surface of the planet without setting off
every sensor suite Rowan will have trained on the chunnel. That's not going
to be easy.”
Kill Spotted Horse called up pictures and specs of various ship anti-
sensor devices. “I don't know, Wovoka. Even our best anti-sensor devices
won't hide the Trighter well enough with the kind of surveillance Rowan is
bound to have set up on a once-a-year entry and exit project. You're going to
Wovoka nodded and got up. “Call me when you are ready.” He exited
Wovoka joined Slow Turtle on their regular perch, third cross beam from
the Kellion couplers of Wanderer. This vantage point gave an excellent view
of the eliminator races. Tribal youth used the inner hull of the lodge ship as a
racetrack. Large groups of male and even a few female teens dialed in their
grav boards.
The grav board races were an important activity among the tribal
youth. While Wanderer’s Nez Perce youth were awarded more freedom at the
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races than elsewhere in the lodge ship, it was well known among the youth
that pack alphas often prowled the high beams checking out young tribals
brotherhood and harmony, the grav board racers tended toward cliques. The
Elders fought against the term “gangs.” Violence erupted occasionally, but it
under the age of sixteen, the age of account, were not bound by the Three
Laws AC adults were. The Elders allowed the gangs (Gothoj, Edge and Skree)
because each was a chaotic mix of youths from every tribe. Incorporating the
sons and daughters of cross-workers with ease, the gangs actually integrated
A new race was about to start and Wovoka and Slow Turtle each
pointed out the young tribal they thought would win the race. The cross
beam Wovoka and Slow Turtle sat on was perpendicular to the inner hull the
grav board riders raced on. The racers had to maintain a speed of seventy
The clean smooth surface of plaschrome covering the inner hull walls
divided the surface. The beams had large holes in them by design. The grav
around the hull. The last racer to pass the start line was eliminated. The grav
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discs on the last racer's board automatically cut out and the young tribal fell
into loose netting just above the bottom of the hull walls.
The race began, grav racers shot out of a large open vacuum pipe
against the hull wall that was used to vent atmosphere during maintenance
of the lodge ship. The riders immediately changed their orientation ninety
degrees when they popped out of the pipe. All of the riders did this
The pack of riders spread out across the wall so there would be less
crowding at the structural beam holes they each had to pass through. This
did little to reduce the carnage at the beam holes. The riders shoved,
checked and jostled each other off the boards, which was legal in eliminator
races. Grav racers fell like rain to the netting below. Half the racers were in
the nets before the second lap was finished. Once the numbers thinned the
race became more finesse than force. The riders were spaced apart and
there was room to let the boards rip. The riders darted through the beam
A young Kichai led the race. He pushed his board to the point of
instability pegging out around 110 K.P.H., the maximum for the custom
designed boards. Above 110 K.P.H. and the boards became unstable and
threw their riders. If the board was made larger to accommodate more speed
it became more unwieldy and could not make the tight curves that were
Wovoka laughed as the last place rider’s board cut off and he whirled
down to the net in an iron cross. With only ten riders left and four laps to go
it was now an all out speed race. The leading Kichai was tucked low, knees
bent, arms thrust straight as arrows behind him. The board vibrated hard
Three riders dropped back and another was eliminated. Wovoka and
Slow Turtle grimaced as two racers slammed together trying to get through a
The next lap took only thirty seconds with no change in position for the
riders. As the last lap began, the second place rider, a hard looking Nez
Perce, pulled next to the lead rider. The Nez Perce's board shook violently.
Both riders realized one of them had to go down or neither would make it
through the next hole. Both riders rose slightly from their crouch and braced
for an impact. Their boards scraped together, their arms flailed wildly.
The lead Kichai rider amazed his audience by jumping lightly from his
own board to his pursuer's, dislodging him. The Kichai's board and the Nez
Perce rider plummeted to the net while the Kichai racer finished the race on
jockey could ride like that? Let's hope his stock picks are as sound as his
riding skills.”
The next race was only a few laps in when Kill Spotted Horse climbed
up to join them. He pulled out a slate and the other two slid close to him.
shuttle exiting a chunnel through Naanac's Free Mantle. A moment later, the
Trighter could be seen rocketing through the chunnel. The Trighter would
would be able to pilot the sixty-ton Trighter through the fifty-meter chunnel
without a good chance of grinding the Trighter into dust with one small
mistake.
before it exited the chunnel the Trighter lit up, blazing bright white. The
human eye would see only a brilliant ball of light. The comp then switched to
The drone shot out and hovered just a few meters from the Trighter. It broke
directions, each mirroring the brilliant ball of light that was the Trighter. All
sixty dupes and the Trighter shot toward the ground. The simulation ended
abruptly.
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Kill Spotted Horse shifted trying to get comfortable on the hard plasteel
aero-fighters on the entire planet. The research complex is the only man-
Naanac. Problem is that data is eleven months old and it was stolen off an
Wovoka frowned, “So if the data is correct they won’t have near
enough man power to chase all sixty bogeys. Are you sure the drones will
“The drones won't fail. It's all top of the line Fuchi tech, high grade.
Their sensors won't break them. All part of the Fuchi 'Northern Lights'
system. Should come in handy in other ways. If anyone looks at it from closer
than thirty meters it will blind them for over an hour. It can also flash in any
color of the spectrum and the comp can even orchestrate light patterns for
communication.”
Slow Turtle spoke up. “I've had one concern since I first looked at this
mission. What if Rowan closes the chunnel early? Won't our pack be trapped
“Impossible, “ Kill Spotted Horse shook his head. “It costs Rowan
twenty million creds to set up and charge the chunnel for thirty-six hours.
One shuttle comes in with one year of supplies and leaves with one year of
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research. Rowan will not waste twenty million creds and they will not let any
delay occur in receiving that data. Allowing the chunnel to close would mean
a delay of at least fifty days. There’s a strict schedule. Other projects rely on
this research. The chunnel closing early is simply not an option. Rowan
personnel won't close that chunnel and you can't close it either, Wovoka.
anger them. We are there to gather a few Naanac animals for study and care,
“No problem,” Wovoka began to stand. “It looks like a solid plan. We'll
go with it.”
Wovoka checked his comp set. “We have twenty-eight hours before go
time. The pack will go over the plan by simulator. Thank you, Kill Spotted
Horse.”
Wovoka climbed down the beams and back onto the inner hull of the
lodge ship. Kill Spotted Horse scooted closer to the edge of the beam to get
a better look at the next race. Slow Turtle quickly began to argue with him
whether the Skree were more likely to take the Golden Hoop than Edge.
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CHAPTER 08
From the top deck of the people's hall on Iron Bow Keokuk enjoyed the
stunning view of Planet MG 212. The Elders had carefully chosen the water
planet as the secret location for this year’s Steel Circle. As a periphery
planet, MG 212 was seven hundred galaxies away from the nearest UDA
colony or outpost. However, MG 212 was not a dead planet. Its endless
oceans teamed with life. The tribes could boat, fish and swim, enjoying all
Apache tribals filed into the council hall. The older tribals moved down
into the closer seats where they could easily see the hard light display. The
young warriors were dressed in standard black tactical garb. The older
members of the tribe wore softer, more comfortable natural clothing of their
choice. Keokuk noticed Peshlakai enter. She was alone and moved briskly
despite her age. Only a few strands of gray broke her mane of black hair and
“Mother,” Keokuk raised his hand to help her down the stairs to sit
Mother and son settled in. “So, why does your brother not attend the
Steel Circle?” Keokuk suppressed a rising anger. The first words out of his
mother's mouth, after not seeing him for two weeks, were a question about
Wovoka.
“They're all important. I haven't seen him since January,” she brushed
a stray strand of fabric from the thick, colorful blanket that covered the top
of her pretty white dress. “But you are right. He would come if he could. They
keep him so busy, Keokuk. You would think there were no other packs for the
tribe to use. But when you're the best, you are in demand.”
Keokuk nodded without a word. This was an old song and dance, his
his own accomplishment. Wovoka was well known as a rising Alpha and his
pack was slated for only the most important ops in the future. But Keokuk
was, nonetheless, a Tsimshian superstar. Every tribe chief and every Elder
knew his name because every one of them had used his services directly at
one time or another. In a major comp crisis, no one but Keokuk would do.
This meant less than nothing to Peshlakai. All that mattered to her was his
Keokuk deftly changed the subject. “Been hearing the swag about
but he is not a fool. What you speak of would be an act of a fool. UDA forces
on White Earth have tripled since the White Earth Massacre. AC forces still
need to acquire more equipment and recruits before we have the forces we
The lights in the room dimmed until only the stars shining through the
glasteel walls lit the room. At the center of the hall the hard light display
brightened and scrolling text morphed into an image of the five Elders. They
sat in a circle, facing each other, in ornately carved wooden chairs. The
John, the Wisdom Elder, opened gatherings. His level personality set a
tone of calm before the hundreds of concerns of nearly half a million tribals
thank you for gathering here in this far corner of the universe. For the
duration of the Steel Circle your daily tasks will be set aside, no projects to
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press you. This is your time, our time. Enjoy it; relish it. This time will pass
quickly. The Elders, of course, have much to consider and we welcome the
tribes and our allies to join us in discussion of the many issues that face the
AmerIndian confederacy.”
Keokuk observed the group of Elders. John was distinctly different from
the rest. He was the only one of the Elders who obviously had no AmerIndian
blood. He was a Black male of fifty or more years with short cropped black
hair. He now wore his distinct wardrobe by which most tribals recognized
him, a light blue pair of dungarees and nothing else. His body was
now he wore light micromesh, poly-plate battle armor and a hand cannon
strapped to his thigh. A combat knife and thermite grenades hung from
hooks on his chest plate. His AmerIndian blood was evident and he wore his
straight black hair long, no braids or adornments. His face was handsome,
yet scarred in several places where combat duty has taken its toll.
Morgan Weaver, the son of Potlatch Weaver who was the father and
now guiding spirit of the AC, sat regaled in full AmerIndian Chief costume,
headdress, ornamental bone chest plate, buckskin pants and moccasins. His
father had worn these symbols well. On Potlatch Weaver these symbols were
reminders of days long past but soon to be regained. On Morgan Weaver, the
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Operations Elder, they were ostentatious reminders of what was lost and
Kugan, the Resource Elder, was dressed neatly in a simple, stylish suit.
Even now he stared blankly into his comp set ignoring John's greeting and
features, approximately fifty. His well-groomed beard did little to hide his
age.
The fifth Elder stood out even among these unusual individuals.
Celetain Prax, the Elder Shaman, was the only woman among them and
younger than any by half. She was strikingly beautiful with pure blood
features. She wore a loose hunter green leather coat over a tight black
jumpsuit. Thin, black wrestling shoes covered her small feet. A string of large
evidence that Malgus IX had ever existed. The huge planet had been covered
diamonds as large as escape pods could be found just twenty meters below
the surface. The UDA had twenty-four outposts that served no other purpose
than to support a brisk intergalactic diamond trade. It took UDA leaders only
three days to have Malgus IX blown into fine space dust using 127 Goliath
nukes. All reports of the planet had been stripped from UDA files and the
UDA ship that discovered the planet was attacked and destroyed by a UDA
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hunter ship. The UDA officially reported that the ship had been destroyed by
Five Elders. Five points of power. Five voices leading the AmerIndian
played the less than desirable role of administrator. A weak leader, Weaver,
economic, military and religious circles. Hundreds of favors were owed him
and strong ties to the Zuni information network ensured his power. Weaver
wielded enough influence to ensure no other Elder or tribe chief could ignore
his input. He could facilitate or frustrate the plans of any of the other Elders
tribal warrior for the length and quality of his service to the AmerIndian
Confederacy. Stormseeker oversaw all three of the battle tribes. The chiefs of
the Apache, Brule and Nez Perce answered directly to him and he could
held the Elders and the tribes to a high standard. Serving as mercenaries and
bandits, it often became difficult for AC leadership to see the thin line
between freedom fighter and killer. What kept the 416,000 members of the
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back the Homeland. When they were honest about it they referred to their
operations as merc work and Robin Hood justice. The UDA called it terrorism
and thievery. However the tribes viewed their work, there were serious
concerns about where the line was drawn between efficiency and savagery.
John helped all of the tribes reconcile the blood on their hands without ever
business. The AmerIndian Confederacy was grossing over ninety billion creds
per year and the one man responsible for the safety and growth of those
commanded.
Celetain Prax now held the position of spiritual leader. Celetain was also the
Chinese Ancestor Worship and Yoga, all filtered and manipulated by complex
power and influence for the Haida tribe. She was a prophet, healer and
spiritual leader. Stormseeker had attempted to remove her from the Council
several times, but failed due to her support among the Haida and the
Diegueño.
Between the five leaders a strong, flexible government was woven and
John leaned forward and tapped his fingers lightly. “Our first matter
tonight is the loss of Turquoise Shark, third lodge ship of the Kichai. Currently
over thirty-one thousand Kichai are crammed into Chimera and Shoeless Joe.
The Nez Perce and the Apache have been gracious enough to accept many
temporary residents onto their lodge ships, but the situation has gone on for
eight months and their hospitality has understandably grown thin. The time
has come to execute plans to secure a replacement lodge ship for the Kichai.
The Brule strategists have set the force requirements at twenty outrider
Stormseeker, can you release twenty outrider ships for the lodge ship
stood shouting from the second tier. The hard light display shrank and shifted
its view to show him in the corner. “You have nothing available, wise and
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brave Elder for acquiring new lodge ships. You made that clear to the clones
“Nez Perce Quill has spoken out of turn,” John was quick to address the
accounts of each Nez Perce and place the units in the general education
fund.”
Zuni clone and had influence to command speaking time at any Steel Circle.
“I grant two minutes of my time to my excited brother. I wish to hear the rest
radical clones right group that started in the AC then spread to hundreds of
Quill stood again. “We must be allowed our own tribe. The AmerIndian
Confederacy has been kinder and more willing to fight for the rights of clones
than any other group in any galaxy. But if we are to be considered true
frustration. The Elders are aware of the difficult social, religious and ethical
issues every clone faces. But since the birth of the AmerIndian Confederacy
order to strengthen and support the idea that clones are not different from
other humans. All tribes have clones just as all tribes have skinny or left-
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a careful orator and a peacemaker and his words often muted the anger of
Quill continued, his voice level. “But we are different and most of us do
not wish to deny that clear fact. We have served the AmerIndian
chief, a lodge ship, a focused occupation and the right to appoint an Elder. If
body.”
Murmurs and angry shouts rose from the crowd. Quill's statement was
the first public declaration of the clones' intent. There were clones that did
not wish to form a separate tribe but they were now a small minority. Quill
would not have made his statement if not confident he was backed by the
majority of AC clones.
Quill's statement. Each knew the timing of the statement was deliberate. The
Steel Circle was held only once a year and a decision on whether to allow a
ninth tribe would have to be made during this Steel Circle. If no decision was
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made, Quill might make good on his threat and there would be no or few
scarred finger at Quill, “Do you think, boy, that you can threaten the Elder
Stormseeker shook his head and paced. His left hand rested on the
massive Sledge Raider hand cannon at his side. “Quill, stand again. Do you
know how much the AmerIndian Confederacy has given to the clones; how
hard every member of this council has strived to give AC clones rights and
AmerIndian Confederacy clones are treated as equals. They have every right
afforded any other tribal. For decades the clones have fought to be equal.
The AmerIndian Confederacy was the first group in any galaxy to treat clones
incorporating the clones is not complete enough, not fast enough, you
threaten the council with abandonment of all the tribes. You threaten to turn
away from brotherhood. You threaten each Elder; myself, Kugan, Celetain
Prax, John and Morgan Weaver as though proper discourse will be ignored; as
though the Elders will turn a deaf ear to your pleas; as though we will not
Elders, not a discussion or communication, but threats. Is this what you think
of us, Quill?”
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Quill had no more time allotted to speak but by asking him a question
Quills anger was apparent. He did not appreciate the tone Stormseeker
was using and he shook slightly. He was silent for a moment before his
muscles relaxed. “Elder, you are wise and you have never turned away a
tribal at the Steel Circle without first hearing him in full and listening with an
ask that the ultimatum be forgotten and that the Elders hear our request to
form a new tribe in light of the genuine wish of the clones to serve the
Celetain Prax responded. “Thank you Quill for your words, and for your
submission to the Elders. I will insure that each Elder gives honest
Keokuk smiled. The Elders were wise leaders, strong when strength
was needed, caring when gentleness was needed. This confrontation with
Quill was a sign of serious unrest among the clones. The Elders would have
already a great deal of friction between tribals and clones. Clones were
lodge ship murders committed by tribals last year seven had involved a
clone.
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But for now the issue was settled. John was already steering the
conversation back to the issue of a new lodge ship for the Kichai. Keokuk was
curious exactly how critical the need for lodge ships was. He tapped up a
outrider ships and 5,100 ready fighters. Since the last Steel Circle the
AmerIndian Confederacy had grown by eleven percent and the rate of growth
up tens if not hundreds of new member candidates. At least three new lodge
Keokuk turned his attention back to the Elders. They were now fielding
questions on the White Earth situation. As always the Brule pushed for an
attack soon, citing the fact that while the AmerIndian Confederacy had fewer
bodies than at the time of the last attack, the ships, fighters and arms were
all superior. The average AC trooper was stronger, smarter and better
trained. All of this was true, Keokuk thought to himself, but as the Haida were
quick to point out, the UDA also had better equipment and more of it than
Thirteen years ago Potlatch Weaver led 400 outrider ships and 200,000
tribals, into battle to take White Earth as the AC's home planet. The assault
two hours. UDA Captain Lige had found the secret location of the AC's non-
combatants and wreaked havoc on the lodge ships before they could retreat.
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Potlatch's assault on White Earth was proceeding as planned until the fleet
got the news and the tide turned. It was the single bloodiest battle of the
twenty-third century. Keokuk did not think it was time to try again. There
were still thousands of widows from the White Earth Massacre and only now
the creds were rolling in faster than they could be calculated. Keokuk felt the
The Elders spoke eloquently, each making valid points. The White
Earth debate raged for another hour and did not seem to be coming to an
end any time soon. Keokuk got up and hugged his mother before he left. He
would read the rest of the speeches on the ship server later. He had
CHAPTER 09
five million light years from Earth, Wovoka stood motionless as the wind
whipped his thin coat around his legs. His three pack brothers climbed
carefully over the rock ledge behind him and struggled to their feet, fighting
the gales that lashed about the top of the mountain. A thick mist fell steadily
Seven hundred meters separated Wovoka's pack from the Trighter. The
ascent had not been easy and even the magnificent view spanning hundreds
The entry run onto Naanac had gone exactly as Kill Spotted Horse had
described it. The drones worked perfectly and even now, six hours after the
atmosphere fighters streaked low across the jungle tops looking for the
intruders.
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“Zuni op data says the weather is usually like this.” Wolf Plume had to
lean close to Wovoka to be heard over the blustery weather. “Wet and windy,
ten months out of the year. But the temperature stays moderate, no extreme
Wovoka did not reply. He studied the view carefully. They stood on the
five kilometers from where they watched, and far below, massive illuminator
rigs mounted around Cartel Base Nurai made the structure visible.
The base was the only man-made thing in view. As far as Wovoka could
see the planet's terrain was covered in dense, grey foliage. When the pack
landed two kilometers from the mountain he had noticed the compact grey
moss that shrouded nearly everything. The trees, which stood from ten to
thirty meters tall, had the same grey color. The leaves of the trees were one
to three meters wide. From his vantage point on top of the mountain,
Wovoka could now see small lakes, five to ten kilometers apart.
“Give me the scope from the rail gun.” Wovoka yelled the order over
Slow Turtle took off his pack and placed it on the ground gently.
bunnies, birds and bugs and get rolling.” He unclipped the rifle strap and
removed the sight, “The sooner we are off this mud ball the better.”
Wovoka took the sight, squatted and motioned for his men to move in
around him.
“Your heart is weak today, Slow Turtle. Is a little cold and rain enough
to soften your warrior spirit?” Wovoka smiled, poking at Slow Turtle's chest.
“All right, Slow Turtle has a point. Let's get to work.” Wovoka put one knee
down on the slick stone, resting his arms on his upright knee. “Six hours
since footfall. That gives us thirty hours before the chunnel is impassable.”
Wovoka opened his thin coat and snapped the rifle sight into a holding
latch on his armor breastplate for later use. “I want you to gather as many
or wounded or sick animals. Try to think like a Diegueño as you work. Any
data you can collect that would fit within the scope of a standard eco-scan
will be helpful. Wolf Plume, monitor Cartel Base Nurai and the Trighter as you
work. Cavaho, I want you to focus on getting a larger predator type creature.
Split up for eighteen hours, then rendezvous back at the Trighter at exactly
Cavaho was throwing a line down below to check the north face of the
mountain before Wovoka finished. Wolf Plume and Slow Turtle steeled
armored wrist guard. He cut a thick piece of pemmican from his ration and
chewed vigorously. He had collected a few small reptile specimens during his
fourteen hours of work. He would eat and catch an hours rest before heading
Wovoka took pride in working harder than he worked any of his men.
His father, Stone Rain, had passed down this leadership philosophy.
mist of rain. The mist had been constant since Wovoka's pack, Jade Dagger,
had landed on Naanac. The rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
It was not cold enough to use the personal heaters inside his armor to keep
his fatigues dry and Wovoka had to stop every other hour to wring out his
against the mountain. The shelter consisted of one waterproof sheet, staked
securely into the mountain wall. The sheet created a slope to carry off the
the rock.
Thinking back on the day, Wovoka tried again to answer the question
haunting him. What was so special about this planet? Naanac was the single
most unimpressive inhabitable planet he had ever seen. Other than the
unusual animals of particular interest to the Diegueño there was little else of
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value. Wovoka felt much like Slow Turtle and Wolf Plume. Naanac was about
An hour later Wovoka awoke to the beeping of his field slate and broke
camp. He climbed to a new ledge, pulled the slate out of his jacket and set it
pinpoint the locations of his men. Wolf-Plume was on the other side of the
mountain eight hundred meters down and to the west. Slow Turtle was three
hundred horizontal meters from Wovoka's position. Cavaho was six hundred
meters down and two hundred meters east of Wovoka's position. Their
positions told Wovoka his men were executing his orders despite any second
drill grappling hook, two hundred meters of two thousand kilogram test
plasti-line and a motor saddle. Thirty meters to his right and eighty meters
below was a wide, flat ledge, a perfect platform to finish his last few survey
calculations.
two meters above the small ledge on which he had been standing. Once
safely above, he dropped the drill grappler to the ledge below. The drill
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grappler whirred and skittered across the ledge sending out short quick
sensing beams, searching for a solid hold. The drill grappler shot out three
tempered steel prongs, trailing ultra-thin steel lines. Each prong easily cut
five centimeters into the rock floor creating a strong anchor to hold Wovoka's
climbing line.
Wovoka clipped the plasti-line to the coupler on the drill grappler, and
yanked hard on the line. It held. The plasti-line was translucent red, only half
a centimeter thick and weighed next to nothing. The two hundred meters of
The motor saddle looked very much like a dark green adult diaper,
except for an eight by eight centimeter box on the front top of the
waistband. The box contained a small but powerful motor to pull or let out
the thin plasti-line. The plasti-line was slowly let out of a clear plastic pouch,
which ran around the waistband of the saddle. All together the drill grappler,
It had taken Wovoka four weeks to master the use of the unit early in
his training as an Apache mercenary. Let out too much slack and find
yourself brutally slammed against the cliff face you were climbing. Pull in too
Wovoka slipped down the mountain face with a grace that eluded
His legs stretched out before him against the mountain, he leaned at a
steep angle. Wovoka closed his eyes and breathed a heavy sigh as he wiped
Wovoka could not remember the last time he had been frightened. He
had come close to death many times since he began active service as an
Apache mercenary at the age of sixteen; twelve years ago. But as the he
A six legged insect with a body a meter wide tek, tek tekked its way
along the mountain four meters below Wovoka. Its legs spread nearly three
meters out from its body, each leg ending in a wickedly sharp, slightly curved
claw. The creature had hooked itself into small crevices on the mountain
face. The thing's body was a dark reddish-black and its hind section looked
fat with curious bulges. Wovoka guessed the creature might be pregnant.
Unlike any insects he had ever seen, however, the thing was covered with
short hair.
Wovoka's footing held on the slick black stone of the mountain. The
massive insect-thing suddenly turned its head, its four dark eyes meeting
Wovoka was glad he had not made any sudden movements. The
creature could easily have closed the four meters between them for an
attack. He did not break eye contact with the thing, but as the first seconds
The creature moved its large head from side to side erratically,
assessing Wovoka's threat. After five long seconds, the creature clacked the
four mighty pincers under its eyes and let out a low chitter. It tek, tek, tekked
one of its forward claws at Wovoka as a final warning and turned away to
Wovoka knew exactly what the creature had meant by its warning and
alone. He relaxed the slightest bit and undid the saddle-lock on the plasti-
line. Once he readied himself to move he turned again to look over his
The creature, now oddly appearing larger to Wovoka, despite the fact
that it was farther away, moved incredibly fast over the wet stone of the
mountain. The incline of the mountain, at least 120 degrees seemed to have
no effect on the movement of the creature. In only the few seconds it had
taken Wovoka to switch off the plasti-line lock, the thing had covered a
surprising distance.
And then Wovoka saw what the creature was heading toward. Just
before the creature was a nest of twigs and brambles, set in a lightly
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shadowed crag of the mountain. All shadows on Naanac were slight because
of the grey cloud canopy that hung constantly in the sky screening the
planet's sunlight.
Wovoka had read how Earth birds made open nests in trees, nests
shaped like bowls. This nest was more extensive, built to protect its dweller
from all directions. The nest was built more like a spherical cage, with small
Wovoka could just make out a flash of blue underneath all of the nest's
protective branches and twigs. After pulling down his comp set and
confirming the prey hidden beneath the brambles was a Naanacian Creose.
Wovoka watched silently. The insect-thing was about to eat the bird.
watch intently as the insect-thing made its way toward the brambled nest
cage.
The insect-thing was now a meter from the nest. With blinding speed it
thrust out one of its clawed legs, raking at the brambles to expose its prey.
Wovoka's eyes widened as he watched the bird move with equal speed to
bite the leg that attacked its nest. Surprisingly, the brambles did not snap
under the great strength of the creature's clawed leg. Instead the brambles
exhibited resilience, stretching and bending away from the thing's claw,
Naanacian bird. The Creose bit at the invader's claw as it continued to tear at
the elastic twigs and branches of the nest. After four more swipes, the insect-
thing backed away from the nest and zigzagged its head, tekking in
frustration.
As Wovoka leaned back on the rope and Naanac's rain covered his face
The slick stone did not impede the movement of the creature. It stood
on slanted stone, tek, tek, tekking impatiently. Only a few seconds were
needed for the creature to recoup its nerve for a second assault on the nest
stopping at a safe distance to tear at the nest with one or two of its legs, the
creature charged at the nest, screeing its anger into the moist air. The insect-
thing's shriek echoed off the mountain, as prey and predator readied for the
assault.
Wovoka concentrated on the motion around the nest. Claw legs locked
onto the mountain, the creature was now directly on top of the nest, virtually
The bird was fluttering its wings furiously inside the nest and vying for
ripped twice at the nest, tearing a large hole in the branches, exposing the
bird.
The Creose dodged over and up, just out of reach of the grinding
pincers, and with a jab of its beak plucked one of the four insect-thing’s eyes,
The insect-thing let out a scree of agony as its forward legs skittered
out of their holds. The pain had loosened its grip on the mountain for a
secure itself. It's frenzied attempt only served to dislodge its other holds on
the mountain. Tumbling down the mountainside, thick yellow fluid trailed
The insect-thing caught itself after falling twenty meters. Two of its legs
had been snapped off in the fall. The same thick, yellow fluid glopped from
its body to the ground below. Its pincers slowly closed together as it bore the
pain that shot through it. Looking up slowly at the bird, and then Wovoka, the
creature chittered softly in defeat. It turned and made its way down the
continued to stare as the bird simply fluttered its wings gently and settled
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again in the battered nest. The bird began to return the brambles carefully
And he knew.
Wovoka knew that what he had just watched would change his life. It
would change the destiny of the AmerIndian Confederacy and the future of
this wet, desolate planet. Wovoka put a name to what he saw in the
CHAPTER 10
The entrance ramp hissed as hydraulics lowered to let Wovoka into the
Hanging his wet coat on a nearby hook, Wovoka was relieved to be out
of the dank atmosphere of Naanac. The silence in the Trighter was a refuge
from the constant howl of the powerful winds that whipped across Naanac's
surface.
the ship server to begin all diagnostic checks and take-off preps
Trighter after a long crew absence. The bridge was a cacophony of beeps as
The Trighter’s status came up on his own comp set and he was pleased
to see all was in order. The comp set reported a warning of slightly higher
Wovoka tensed when his comp set displayed a perimeter breech alert.
He set the Trighter's sensors into tracking mode, quickly ascertaining the
location and environment status of all three of his Infiltrators. Cavaho was at
the three hundred meter perimeter and making his way to the Trighter. Wolf
Plume was coming in from the east just a half-kilometer behind. He carried
two small spheres, each containing an animal specimen for the Diegueño
zoo. Slow Turtle was still a good eight hundred meters behind Wolf Plume and
shoulders.
a command to lower the entrance ramp. Wolf Plume arrived at the Trighter a
half-hour behind Cavaho. The two Infiltrators helped Wovoka set the
navigation coordinates for the atmosphere jump they would make when Slow
Turtle arrived.
Some time later, Slow Turtle breathed a heavy sigh and slumped onto
one of the crash couches. “What a mud ball,” he groaned as he painfully put
his stiff legs up on a hydro-tool container. “I can't believe they call this a
Slow Turtle got up and shed his wet gear. The Infiltrators removed their
armor and placed it in their respective lockers. They safetied their weapons
Wolf Plume made a quick but thorough manual check of all the hatches
Cavaho made his way back to the cockpit and ran a systems check on
the engine, weapons and controls. All read clean and ready. Slow Turtle
began his diagnostic of the tower turret, his station. The Sledge CZ40
All preparations made, Wovoka, Cavaho and Wolf Plume slid into the
control seats in the command pit on the second deck. Slow Turtle fastened
the harnesses to keep him steady in the pivoting tower turret seat. He
snugged his gloves and undid the red safety caps on the CZ40 Defender's
triggers. Finally, Slow Turtle pulled on his comp set which among many other
Wovoka smiled. “We are going home, brothers, and with more than we
heap of analytic data on what has to be the sorriest habitable planet ever
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found. Thank the spirits Rowan Cartel didn't have to spill any blood over this
“Ah, but you have not seen what I have seen, Brother. Naanac's
“All of this is for nothing if we can't get this flying brick through what's
left of the chunnel.” From the tower turret, Slow Turtle's voice came in clear
“Righto,” Wovoka said. “We have a difficult task ahead, lets get to it.
But first we will ask Wambli, the eagle spirit, to carry us through safely.”
“The songs,” Wolf Plume said, his words laced with his memories. He
thought back to Cale, the UDA outpost in the Carina System. That was the
last place Wovoka had led the songs, the last time he had invoked the power
of the spirits to guide Jade Dagger, protect the Apache Infiltrator pack.
Wovoka, Wolf Plume and Slow Turtle had sung with all their hearts to Wambli
that day. They had sung together for strength and courage as they prepared
Confederacy tribals died that day. Twelve of those fourteen were AmerIndian
Wovoka rarely used the songs anymore. Few AmerIndians called the
spirits anymore, not since the White Earth Massacre in 2179. The AmerIndian
Confederacy’s loss that day was not the sole reason for the turning away
There was a rift between Wovoka and Keokuk over religion. Wovoka
cursed his brother for turning his back on his heritage and the beliefs of their
forefathers. Keokuk, in turn, railed against Wovoka, asking him how he could
worship and put his faith in a religion with no written text, only word of
mouth, as its basis. Wovoka thought of the difficulty Celetain Prax, Elder
But here and now, Wovoka was calling his Infiltrators together in song,
the song of the eagle, the cloud toucher. Wolf Plume felt pride in his pack
leader, a true tribal in honor and spirit. Slow Turtle was pleased as well for he
“Wambli, Wambli,” Wovoka began the song, pulling the words from his
Wolf Plume joined in. Cavaho swayed with the rhythm in silent
companionship with his brothers. Wolf Plume, Slow Turtle and Wovoka's
Slow Turtle had clicked off his comp set, which linked him audibly to
the command pit. He let the mellow voices wash over him as the song
echoed up through the ship to the tower turret. It had been too long since
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they had joined in the song, too long since they had called upon cloud
toucher to guide them. A tear of joy rolled down Slow Turtle's cheek and he
your nest. Carry me high and far. Wambli, Wambli,” they sang in harmony. “I
slowly into the engine as it began its low dull throb, which would intensify to
an ear-splitting howl once the engine was powered up. A brilliant white flame
Wolf Plume finger tapped to disengage all of the ground safeties for
flight. “Atmosphere jump initiated,” he said evenly. “Check harnesses. Lift off
in five seconds. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Engage,” Wolf Plume said. The
final word gave no hint of the explosion of speed and force it signaled.
Like a charging bear crashing through the brush, the Trighter burst into
motion. Wolf Plume instantly yanked the control stick up with his left hand,
just popping the Trighter over the forty-meter ceiling of Naanac jungle
canopy. He leveled again with a quick shove of the stick and the Trighter shot
blossoming on his comp set and allowed experience and instinct to guide
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him. The Trighter, five seconds after clearing the trees, rocketed along at a
The mountain range where the Infiltrator pack had done its work
flanked the Trighter on the left. Wovoka used the range to hide the Trighter’s
brilliant white stream of afterburn from the Cartel Base Nurai. The mountain
range extended 130 kilometers from the point the Trighter had lifted off.
“We have two minutes of mountain cover from Nurai's sensors. Cut for
comp set. The Trighter burned straight as a laser over the trees. Cavaho
monitored the engine's heat and watched for glitches in other ship systems.
his mind expelling the tension and anxiety that usually accompanied
atmosphere jumps. He checked the data one more time to confirm the cut
point and jump velocity. But Wovoka's mind was already past the Naanac
atmosphere through which his ship now tore. His only thought was the Free
Mantle.
Wolf Plume entered the data into the ship's server. Unlike the rest of
the pack, Wolf Plume did not see Naanac's trees and sky in gray. The comp
set turned everything in his sight into bold, bright red lines trimming the
edges of all solid objects in his view. Larger geographic objects were easily
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discernible from each other, even as they whizzed by at just over Mach
Three. A bright green line showed Wolf Plume the true horizon and as soon
as he entered the coordinates a long, bright white line appeared in his sight,
tracking down to a circled white X, the cut point. The white line grew shorter
and shorter as Wolf Plume twitched his fingers above the control stick
waiting for the correct second to pull the Trighter into a sharp curve, sending
The white X winked into Wolf Plume's vision. He jacked the control stick
without hesitation. Wolf Plume broke the Trighter's horizontal B-line and sent
mount on the engine cracked like a whip and the hammer/anvil force
Wovoka quickly called out the next set of coordinates. “Mark twenty-
The atmosphere jump from Naanac was significantly different than the
atmosphere jumps Jade Dagger usually executed. The Trighter had been
pack would normally punch straight through from space to a planet's surface.
Capable of fast descent through a planet's atmosphere, the Trighter could set
down on most planets in two minutes or less. The ship was equipped with a
two in the air and the Trighter had pierced the atmosphere border straight to
vacuum, with an easy coast to their AC outrider ship rendezvous point from
Wolf Plume's comp set showed what was invisible to the others. A
bright white line showed the veteran pilot exactly where the cloud canopy
kilometers from Naanac's surface to the edge of its atmosphere. The top
cloud canopy.
The white line indicating the inner edge of the canopy flashed and
disappeared on Wolf Plume's comp set as the Trighter rocketed through the
thick watery clouds. Red filled Wolf Plume's view and all of the bright lines
except the cut line blanked, just as dark gray clouds filled the other three
The dark gray view lasted a moment as the Trighter entered the clouds
and burst through the other side. Wovoka, Cavaho and Slow Turtle looked up
from their instruments to gaze at the incredible sight before them… the Free
Mantle.
Wolf Plume reflected that this was the strangest point in any
atmosphere jump, where the atmosphere of the planet starts to blend with
the cold vacuum of space. A place where that which sustains life ends and
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that which ends life begins. This was the point where the pull of gravity cut
off and the ship catapulted into a realm where the meanings of weight,
friction, up, down, night, day became null; space in all it's odd and wondrous
glory.
The abrupt change from gravity to space pulled at the stomachs of the
Infiltrators and each concentrated to let the strange sensation pass without
The Free Mantle came into view, an artificial sky blocking the black
void of space. Huge asteroids smashed against each other. Millions of free
floating rocks jostling about in the orbit of Naanac. Each asteroid glistened
carried the light from nearby stars through the Free Mantle to Naanac's
surface. The Free Mantle was a chaotic tangle of tumbling rocks flying across
Wolf Plume watched, amazed at the violence of the Free Mantle, the
natural barrier for Naanac. It was an asteroid cage separating the planet
from space. The Free Mantle effectively stopped anything from coming or
Glancing at data on his comp set, Wolf Plume saw the second cut was
only fifteen seconds away at current velocity. He gritted his teeth realizing
how close he had come to missing the signal. The old Russian sat back in his
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seat readying himself for the sudden directional change about to come. This
down the last seconds to the cut, Wolf Plume hoped Rowan’s chunnel
Wolf Plume deftly cranked the control stick and forced the Trighter onto
it's new course, a parallel orbit around Naanac just ten kilometers below the
Cavaho watched his comp set view closely as the ship comp showed
exactly how much power the engine was exerting and how much stress the
ship's fighter frame was taking. The second cut had rattled the ship's frame
quite a bit because of the small amount of time between it and the first cut.
Finger tapping, Cavaho quickly worked the points that had been stressed the
most.
Because the transport engine was a dozen times more powerful than
any engine that would properly fit the Trighter’s heavy fighter frame, Kill
Spotted Horse had to tighten the frame where extreme maneuvers had
jerked joints, couplings and rivets loose after each Jade Dagger Infiltrator
run. Maintenance on the Trighter was a nightmare for the Nez Perce's tech
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As the Trighter slowed, Slow Turtle shifted the view on his comp set. It
flashed to life and a blue hue filled the Infiltrator's vision. Target information
and weapon diagnostics scrolled down the right lens. Slow Turtle looked at
the Free Mantle. Instantly his view was filled with hundreds of bright white
lines circling each asteroid as they chaotically hurtled along. Slow Turtle
squinted and finger tapped commands to the ship’s server, negating the
asteroids as legitimate targets. The bright white lines dimmed and a set of
necessary danger because of the Free Mantle) and slowing down to get
through the chunnel were maneuvers that exposed the ship to Rowan
sensors on Cartel Base Nurai. Odds were Rowan had one or two atmosphere
fighters stationed there. Nothing Slow Turtle couldn't handle, but still a
concern.
reducing its speed. Dropping from four thousand K.P.H. down to six hundred
in just two kilometers the ship was now ready to take the sharp turn that
would take it through the two-kilometer long chunnel out to open space.
Slow Turtle felt the forward burners disengage and read through Cavaho’s
data burst on his comp set. Frame stress was high, but there was plenty of
reserve fuel.
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envied Wovoka who had much less to do now that both atmosphere jump
cuts were successfully completed. Wolf Plume also had it easy now, Slow
Turtle thought to himself. The sharp cut up into the chunnel, a maneuver
done just below the speed of 1,000 K.P.H., could be handled by direct comp
Slow Turtle continued scanning and was the first to see it - the first to
realize how desperate the pack's situation had become. “By the spirits,” he
whispered. He finger tapped, opening the line to his pack mates, “Wovoka,
The image on Slow Turtle's comp set told the whole story in a second.
He blinked, hoping what he saw would change. The chunnel was crushed.
Twenty-four hours ago Wovoka had snuck his pack through the chunnel
only minutes after Rowan brought in a two-man courier ship from Earth. The
get their research off planet, back to Rowan facilities on Earth. It took two
through the width of the Free Mantle. High-energy deflector shields were
used to protect the flexible chunnel as it was built. The project cost Rowan
When Jade Dagger leader Wovoka brought his pack through the
chunnel, just after Rowan work crews packed up their deflector shield
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was. The deflector shields repulsed most of the asteroids surrounding the
chunnel quite effectively while the Rowan work crews were building. It had
taken hundreds of shields and a great deal of energy. Wovoka had gone over
the numbers with Kill Spotted Horse before the op and seen that thirty-six
hours was the time it would take for the chunnel to collapse under the
deflector shields could not turn away all of the force being exerted on it. The
chunnel’s flexible design absorbed most of the remaining force, allowing the
chunnel to bend and then toss the large asteroids away from the structure.
Secretly entering Naanac had been straight forward for Wovoka's pack.
Kill Spotted Horse's sensor dupe rig had taken care of any sensor activity
from the planet's surface (since the Trighter’s normal shooting star guise
outside of the Free Mantle. Once the work was completed on the chunnel and
the courier ship passed through, there was no one watching the chunnel.
Thousands of light years away from the nearest inhabited planet, the
last thing Rowan personnel expected was someone coming through the
chunnel. The structure was simply left to be destroyed by the Free Mantle.
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But Kill Spotted Horse had been wrong in his calculations of the
chunnel’s strength. He had estimated it would take thirty-six hours for the
Free Mantle to completely break all of the chunnel's flexibility and crush it.
Wovoka's pack was scheduled to covertly pass through the chunnel, take
animal specimens for the Diegueño and be out again within twenty-four
hours, before the chunnel would sustain significant damage. The chunnel
had actually been completely crushed just fourteen hours after the Trighter
originally three hundred meters in diameter, was now smashed from end to
end with the largest openings spanning two to three meters in diameter.
Most sections of the chunnel were crushed to a thin metal straw only a half-
meter wide. The natural power of the asteroid field had ravaged the
manmade intrusion.
roam in their ceaseless chaos. Without a word, Wovoka popped his chair
Wovoka jogged down the tight hallway a few meters, then leaned
against the wall. He covered his face with his hand and closed his eyes as he
slid down to crouch against the wall. He struggled to clear his head. Pushing
aside his fear and his anger, he began to rifle through options.
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get the Trighter back to the rendezvous point. Even as poor as Rowan's
security was, it certainly wouldn't take them longer than ten more minutes to
sight the Trighter. The Trighter could not evade pursuit fighters in Naanac's
Wovoka did not have to think about what would happen if he or any of
his pack were captured. Rowan could not have witnesses to their secret
The problem was evident. Wovoka and the pack could not be captured
and there was no possible way for the Trighter to escape. The answer then
was equally clear. The Infiltrators would have to opt for an early entrance
into the spirit realm. Wovoka sighed and stood. They would go out fighting
like Apache.
Running back to the command pit, Wovoka felt fear rising in his throat.
How close he had come to a fatal decision for himself and his men.
“Wolf Plume, abort the maneuver through the chunnel. Shake the
numbers out of the comp and lay in an autopilot sequence for our current
through the internal airlock of the command pit. Wolf Plume immediately set
everything we gathered from the survey on Naanac into this slate. Prepare a
brief situation analysis. Leave the requested-action section open for me to fill
in later. Then I want you to do a global wipe of the ship’s server. Everything.”
Cavaho did not have time to respond as Wovoka was off and running.
“Slow Turtle.”
Still strapped into the Gunners chair, Slow Turtle swiveled his cannon
port.
sights for a high precision shot at 600 K.P.H. Ghost target. We'll be using a
Wovoka went over each step in his mind, carefully examining his plan
for possible flaws as he dashed to the end of the hallway. He quickly knelt
and opened the floor hatch covering the ship's central slide way. Most of the
Trighter's weapon systems other than the CZ40 Defender Laser were located
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combat ship like the Trighter to have large access halls, so three slide ways
were built for maintenance. Wovoka slipped down onto a meter wide slide-
plate and closed the floor hatch above him. The slide way was a tight fit.
light filled the small area. Alarm status and activity lights lit as the sliding
plate glided down the length of the Trighter. He grabbed one of the rungs
directly above him, abruptly stopping the slide plate at the torpedo racks.
The Trighter carried two different types of torpedoes. The short range
Ravager, for dog fights. The Ravager was a high speed, low accuracy torpedo
with enough raw power to crack a light fighting ship literally in half at ranges
confederacy fleet, the Trighter only carried one. The mid-range Stinger was
the workhorse of the torpedo bay. Moderate range and moderate power
enabled it to hit ships from one hundred to one thousand kilometers away
and have a significant impact on a ship's shields. Three stinger hits could
take out heavy shields on destroyer class combat ships. The Trighter carried
eight.
safety lights to make sure Slow Turtle had readied the torpedo bay for a
unsnapping the locks on a Stinger. Wovoka slid his body away from the round
cylinder slot that held the Stinger; a 130 centimeter long torpedo with a 25
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hissed as it kicked the Stinger half way out of the cylinder. The torpedo was
built with two distinct sections. The rear half held the torpedo's fuel and
engine while the front half contained the warhead (two kilograms of liquid
Wovoka pulled a tool from his work belt and cautiously separated the
two halves of the Stinger, placing the rear half on the sliding plate. He placed
tools on either side of it so it would not roll. The work space was cramped,
the reason for break-apart torpedoes, and Wovoka had to work slowly
despite the urgency of his situation. After removing the warhead, he wriggled
the needle nose portion to a vertical position in the slide way and passed it
down over his body to rest it on the slide plate and clutch it between his legs.
Listening to the targeting comps in the torpedo bay whir and hum as
Slow Turtle prepared to shoot from the tower turret, Wovoka placed the rear
half of the Stinger back in the loading cylinder and replaced his tools on his
belt. With one strong tug, he sent himself and the torpedo warhead sliding
back to the hatch above. The work on the warhead would have to be done at
the workbench on the Trighter's main deck because the slide way was far too
Wovoka was up and out of the slide way and made his way to the
static the Free Mantle created, the Trighter at speed would leave a heat
Cavaho finger tapped the copying of one group of files with his right
and finger tapped for the deletion of another group with his left. An alarm
bubble popped onto his comp set obscuring his work - “Tracer lock.”
Wovoka set the warhead down gently on the workbench and secured it.
Security had spotted the Trighter. He estimated there would be at least four
minutes before any combat. Wovoka decided to brief his brothers on his plan.
“Slow Turtle, get down to the command pit now,” He barked into his
He stepped into the command pit and peered over Cavaho's shoulder.
“Excellent work,” Wovoka said. “Don't forget the buried convoy codes in the
recipe files.” Cavaho nodded as Wovoka took his seat behind him.
Seconds later Slow Turtle entered and took his seat, clearing the view
“Wambli is obviously preoccupied. We've got one shot to pull our fat
out of the fire,” Wovoka began, “here's the plan.” He swiveled in his chair
through. There is also no way we can get the Trighter through the Free
Mantle without the chunnel. That doesn't mean we can't get through. We're
going to space walk through the Free Mantle in the body tanks.”
Surprise and questions were written on the faces of all three of his
men.
from all the debris. I'm betting we can make it through in body tanks.”
“That's a risky bet, Alpha,” Slow Turtle retorted. “Why are we space
walking through the Free Mantle anyway. The outrider ship won't be able to
pick up the body tank homing beacons with all that static from the Free
Mantle. Wovoka, we can stay here on Naanac and fight it out. I can take out
whatever they've got and we can hide on the surface for as long as
“You'll have to trust me on this, that's not the best course. We are
walking, but this is going to be like no walk we have ever taken. Every one of
Wovoka, occasionally hurried and cross, never refused to hear his men out.
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Slow Turtle nodded in agreement with Wovoka. He did not understand his
leader's plan but he understood that Wovoka would not lead them into
“Good,” Wovoka said acknowledging to all that the plan was set. Only
execution of that plan remained. “Slow Turtle, listen carefully. You are to man
approach, I want you to send them a message clear and simple, three times
down.' It's fair warning. Fire one warning bolt when they're within one
hundred kilometers of the Trighter. If any fighter returns fire or if they don't
“As tight as you can lock with an auto pilot,” Wolf Plume answered.
“Fine. Get back to the ship locker and prep our body tanks. Ignore all
the weapon system checks and preps, only the contained environment and
suit seals are important. Check the oxygen levels and fill them up.”
launchers on the back. If we took those off we could strap on extra air
“Great idea. Get to work, Wolf Plume. Cavaho, finish the wipe and
prepare a short message for Wanderer explaining what we're doing. Put it
and a copy of our geo-survey on the slate. I'm taking the warhead out of the
Stinger and replacing it with the slate. We're going to try and shoot it
through what's left of the chunnel so that the outrider ship can pick it up in
case we don’t make it through. Go help Wolf Plume when you're done here.”
Wolf Plume popped his head back into the command pit. “What about
We cannot save them. They remain on the ship and Wambli can secure their
fate.”
“Wolf Plume, focus. Yes, a Diegueño would not abandon even one of
those animals. We are not Diegueño, we are Apache, and we will serve our
“There was a time when all the tribes valued animals, yes?”
“The tribes have changed out of necessity. We do not have even one
whether he had just pronounced a death sentence for his pack or whether he
CHAPTER 11
Slow Turtle pulled himself into his gunner's chair and strapped in.
Familiar blue neon filled his vision as he shifted the display on his comp set
and scanned the sky for Rowan fighters. “Now this is a change,” he thought
to himself. Wolf Plume had put the Trighter into a high atmosphere orbit
around Naanac cruising at 2,600 K.P.H. The belly of Trighter faced the Free
Turtle a view from any angle. The CZ40 Defender laser cannon, an energy
weapon usually mounted on larger ships than the Trighter, had a fixed
swivel it almost instantly anywhere Slow Turtle directed through his keying
bands. The lack of moving parts gave the gun sphere a fluid precise
movement that made targeting easier for a skilled gunner. The turret was
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Slow Turtle finished prepping his cannon and considered the situation
violence and mayhem that other warriors would have relished. To Slow Turtle
it was only an endless pool of blood growing larger with every kill he made.
He did not have the bloodlust of his Celtic warrior ancestors, but he
had the touch, and that was what mattered. While other gunners could
expertly follow and lead targets, Slow Turtle had an uncanny knack for
knowing where his target would be and could aim at that point early. His skill
wings, with several wings comprising an attack. UDA training taught these
them to pick a target and chase, they only made Slow Turtle's job easier. The
knew the patterns better than most UDA trainers did. On top of this enviable
ability Slow Turtle could integrate his firing line with patterns using long,
Slow Turtle had taken out five fighters in one clean sweep. Wolf Plume was
his only witness. The other tribals laughed at them when they told the story.
But this did not upset Slow Turtle. He knew that somewhere a UDA survivor
told his mates of an AC gunner that could scrap half your squadron in less
Slow Turtle considered the data in the Zuni reports he had read on his
comp set to prepare for the Naanac mission. Rowan maintained this isolated
planet for the one commercial advantage it provided; complete secrecy for
information that left the planet. Naanac was galaxies away from the nearest
outpost, colony or trade route. Even if a ship were to stumble on the far-
removed planet, the Free Mantle was such a significant natural barrier that
not only would it stop the ship from entering Naanac’s atmosphere, it also
at the Free Mantle, which surrounded Naanac entirely, were scrambled in the
Because Naanac had been kept a secret from the UDA and other
corporations, Rowan had to supply their own security. That meant a private
security force; fighter jock flunkies and cargo ship pilots wrapped in decades-
old fighters; big, slow and obsolete. Easy pickings for Slow Turtle.
popped out of the cloud canopy, out of range at four hundred kilometers. The
comp acquired his targets and displayed them on his comp set. He narrowed
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his field of view and fired his warning shot. If only that could be enough, he
thought.
ZT-34 Rattler Kings, newer than Slow Turtle was expecting. Might be
that carried a low energy laser cannon, not enough power to even crackle
the Trighter's shield. However, the Rattler King also carried two UDA mid-
range Stinger torpedoes. With six bogies on his comp set those Stingers
could be a problem.
Without hesitation Slow Turtle activated his sand casters then adjusted
his CZ40 cannon to an eighty percent power draw, more than enough to take
out any of these flyweight fighters. He finger tapped the single send.
of distance every minute, Slow Turtle read off his comp set. They were
following, not pursuing, otherwise they would have the engines wound up to
their full 22,000 K.P.H. capability. Probably don’t know what to make of us,
Slow Turtle concluded. He finger tapped the last single send on the same
thrusters and accelerated to 8,800 K.P.H. in a few seconds. Slow Turtle knew
the Trighter’s top speed of 14,000 K.P.H. was not going to outrun these
“You are not authorized to be within Rowan air space. Break current
trajectory and proceed to surface or you will be shot down. You have thirty
seconds to comply.” The words shined across Slow Turtle's comp set.
“Frag it!” Slow Turtle cursed. One minute, ten seconds until they
three seconds Slow Turtle would have any where from two to twelve stingers
whizzing toward the Trighter. He had five sand casters and three stinger hits
could crack the Trighter's shields. The math was simple. Slow Turtle could not
WAMP. Ignoring Wovoka's perimeter, Slow Turtle fired one cannon blast,
not a warning shot, but a lure. The bright blue beam sizzled past the lead
fighters bow just ten meters to the left. The lead pilot took the bait, hook,
“Parson's Star,” Slow Turtle said quietly, naming the maneuver. And as
if following his orders the six fighters banked away at steep angles, placing
their fighters into a large, revolving circle designed to regroup them in their
from anything but the lenses of his comp set removed as he reacted from
experience. He mentally saw the pattern, as the fighters broke apart like
Aiming the CZ40 at a target that was not there, Slow Turtle swiveled
his glasteel cage and began his firing arc. He flicked the trigger with blinding
speed a millisecond before each unsecured target chirped into white locked
Three searing bolts sundered the three Rattler Kings. It had taken less
than a second, and Slow Turtle could hardly believe how easy it had been. He
had heard once that the best pilots and gunners were those who could act
without thinking. He knew better. The best gunners and pilots could match
stunned this unfortunate fighter pack, Slow Turtle cautiously swiveled back to
effortlessly into so much scrap, two of the remaining pilots did not finish their
part of the Parson Star, electing instead to break and run. Slow Turtle
thanked Wambli and began trying to lock onto the lead pilot.
“You have a job to do! Get your scurvy, cowardly asses back in pursuit
formation now,” retired UDA Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Carpe screamed into
his headset. He punched angrily at the cockpit glass above him. Three blasts
and his fighter pack of six had become a lone fighter. No less than he
expected. Those fat fraggers sat for weeks and weeks munching donuts and
every day they’d never have to strap into their ZT-34’s and fly against
anything that shot back, telling their wives how well they flew in the drills
But Daniel Carpe wasn't about to let the first bogey he’d seen in six
years escape him, wingman or none. Carpe knew this gunner was a vet who
had seen plenty of combat. Daniel Carpe had looked in the face of death a
few times himself. Now the blood lust from his younger days surged back
filling his brain with the pounding rage of a killer too long denied. For the
next fifty seconds Daniel Carpe was no longer a retired Lieutenant Colonel
“One more bogey,” Slow Turtle thought. The last ZT-34 broke from
completing the Parson Star, but instead of retreating it barrel rolled into a
course approaching the Trighter from behind. Slow Turtle began to track the
fighter cautiously. The lone fighter presented no pattern for Slow Turtle to
recognize and trap the enemy pilot. Slow Turtle quick-booted his guns and
watched with respect as the ZT-34 wove a jagged, unpredictable path toward
the Trighter.
Slow Turtle gritted his teeth as the approaching pilot escaped his target
lock for the fifth time, and closed within fifty kilometers of the Trighter. The
ZT-34 Rattler King's thrusters kicked in again and Slow Turtle knew he wasn't
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going to lock this target. The velocity reading on Slow Turtle's comp set
jumped fast and the Irishman's hands flashed across his instruments as he
switched from targeting to shield control. The Rattler King was going to pass
the Trighter and unload one or both of its stingers at a range too close for the
Trighter to evade. Slow Turtle's eyes widened as the ZT-34 rocketed past the
Trighter and kicked off both its Stingers. The gunner yelled wildly, his comp
set carrying his words to his pack mates’ comp sets, “Incoming.” He fired the
sand casters.
There was no doubt that Slow Turtle's reflexes were faster than
Carpe's, yet the veteran pilot had pushed his fighter to the edge, flown too
well for the gunner to catch. Now it was Slow Turtle's turn to be on the
receiving end. The Stingers came one after another, the first striking the
Trighter's sand screen squarely. White fire blew away from the thin barrier, a
brilliant flash kept Slow Turtle from seeing that the second Stinger exploded
due to the concussion of the first Stinger. Even from meters away the second
explosion rocked the Trighter like a bull ramming a matador. As his chair
straps dug deep into his chest, Slow Turtle hoped his pack mates had heeded
his warning.
The ZT-34 shot ahead of the Trighter; cutting a line across the thin mix
quickly from the close range missile strike and assumed from the continued
course of the Trighter that his pack mates were alright. Slow Turtle swiveled
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his turret and struggled to lock on the Rowan fighter as it swept and drove
the ZT-34 swung around and raced back head-on at the Trighter. This enemy
pilot, admittedly skilled, could jab the Trighter with his light cannon until they
Carpe whooped and hollered like a UDA cadet after his first kill. One of
his Stingers had grazed the Trighter and tested its shields. He knew someone
in that ship was checking to see if they still had all their teeth. The elation
held a moment before Carpe realized the Trighter still had not averted
autopilot. You didn't need a real pilot to avoid a fighter that could do nothing
more than bounce lasers off your ship. He'd be as effective spitting at the
realized the game was over. He had lost five to nothing. In that instant Carpe
decided he was not going to pass up his last chance to die a soldier, not like
those cowards running back to base. He was going out now and he was
No need to swat this fly, Slow Turtle told himself, as he watched the
lead pilot continue his charge. The pilot was swirling his fighter in, like a
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feather caught in a wind tunnel. While he would definitely have the last laugh
on this ace, Slow Turtle could not help thinking that if the pilot had better
equipment and training this encounter might have had a less pleasant
outcome. The Irish gunner always had trouble with single targets, but there
was no doubt this pilot would have had a good shot at slipping him even in a
multi-target pattern.
In the short time it took the Trighter and the ZT-34 to close Slow Turtle
wondered why the pilot wasn't sending out tracers. It concerned him as the
next fifty kilometers between them disappeared. As the Rowan fighter closed
to 130 kilometers Slow Turtle nervously pondered why the pilot hadn't fired.
The fighter closed. Slow Turtle watched as the last few kilometers
disappeared between the two vessels. He realized the ZT-34 was coming in
high. The pilot would just miss the Trighter or he would scrape across the top.
There would be no direct hit. Slow Turtle realized suddenly that the enemy
pilot wasn't aiming to hit the Trighter head on. He was going to take out the
Slow Turtle voice commanded the gun chair up side down and
Slow Turtle yelled into live comp set. He fell four meters from the ceiling of
Deck Two to its floor. Bones in his shoulder snapped like dry twigs as he
Ignoring his broken shoulder blade Slow Turtle pushed himself up. He
dropped immediately back to the floor as the pain from his shoulder shot
time he was losing. He had seconds to traverse the six meters between
himself and the nearest access port before it slammed shut, sealing him and
the deck into cold thin oxygen spare atmosphere once the fighter hit.
He pushed himself up with his good arm only and lunged at the door.
Carpe blazed his small fighter at the larger ship. He spun and swirled
the ZT-34 in a wild approach that stressed the fighter to its limits. Carpe's
vision blurred as he spun in toward the Trighter. The life of a young man
trained and eager to kill, scenes of war and glory, days Carpe had not
The ZT-34 tore the gun tower off the Trighter with the ease of a butcher
its jury-rigged moorings. The shield had done little to stop the force of the
doubled the energy being channeled to protect the turret. The impact turned
Carpe's fighter into a flattened slagheap. After decimating the turret the ZT-
34's remains continued down the top of the Trighter, impacting explosively
Slow Turtle was thrown at the door where his good shoulder slammed
against its frame. He dropped to the floor on his broken collarbone. Intense
pain overwhelmed the injured Infiltrator and even his desperation to get
through the deck door before it sealed him into near vacuum was not enough
to keep him moving. He lay on the floor half way through the door, teeth and
Wovoka froze when he heard Slow Turtle's message over his comp set.
He was thrown from a ladder by the impact. He picked himself off the deck
floor. Wovoka cursed as he felt the air around him begin to swirl quickly up
through the Deck Two access port. On his feet, up the ladder. Wovoka did not
hesitate. Through the access port, Wovoka looked across the room. He finger
tapped the command opening the door nearest him. Air exploded around him
toward the gaping hole in the Trighter's hull above him. Slow Turtle lay on the
floor motionless.
Air screamed past Wovoka. He ran to the still form of his pack mate
and in one strong motion yanked his wounded friend across the threshold of
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the door. Safety sensors immediately closed the door as soon as the two
passed through.
Wovoka brushed hair from his face as he checked Slow Turtle. He was
unconscious, blood flowed steadily from a deep cut on his cheek. Wovoka
was relieved his Infiltrator had made it out of the tower turret. Cavaho poked
his head up through the access port and slid a med kit toward Wovoka.
“Thanks. Check if there are any fighters still around and set a target
Cavaho was gone, Wovoka slowly stood after laying Slow Turtle gently
on his back. The air was thin and Wovoka breathed as though he were on top
a high mountain. Wovoka finger tapped up the ship's life support system on
his comp set. The breach released eighty percent of the ship's life support.
Wolf Plume popped up through the port. “There isn't a bogey within a
Wovoka began to gently tend Slow Turtle's cut, “He did his job, as
“Checks are almost done. Still haven't got those extra tanks attached.”
“We have to get out of the Trighter fast. Put those extra tanks in
gunnysacks and tie them onto the body tanks. Hurry!” Wovoka instructed.
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Wolf Plume left him with the unconscious Slow Turtle. “Come on, brother,”
Slow Turtle's nose tweaked as the autostim kicked in. Opening his eyes,
he looked at Wovoka, and closed his eyes again. Wovoka smiled and
laughed, “You'll use any excuse to get off your feet won't you!”
Wovoka grinned back at him. “Your collar bone is broken. Bad break.”
He reached into the med kit, pulling out a hypo-gun and some Negacain. “I'm
going to numb it. We’ve got to move. I need you strong, brother warrior.”
Wovoka fired the hypo-gun deep into Slow Turtle’s shoulder. “Wolf Plume told
me we don't have a single bogey in the sky,” Wovoka took Slow Turtle's hand
and squeezed hard. “You got us this far, brother, we'll take you the rest of
the way.” He nodded at Slow Turtle reassuringly and stood to help him up.
Wovoka helped Slow Turtle through the Trighter to where the body
tanks were being prepped by Wolf Plume. The Pack Alpha was pleased to see
the Negacain dose had masked Slow Turtle's pain enough that he could
function on his own. Wisely Slow Turtle was not utilizing his left arm in order
Wolf Plume carefully attached the extra air canisters to the body tanks.
Yet more stolen, haggled, pilfered UDA equipment the Confederacy was now
putting to good use against their Earth based enemy. These Heavy Jaguar
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body tank units were among the UDA's most sought after pieces of military
armor, the suit gave UDA soldiers excellent protection against everything
from hand-held firearms to light laser cannons. But the real effectiveness of
the Heavy Jaguar came from its incredible mobility and agility.
The entire suit was powered so that every move of the soldier wearing
it was amplified in speed and power. A soldier's punch was turned into
power-packed blow that could smash through the swell of a light infantry
hover craft. The soldier could run in an enhanced mode, which turned every
step into a long, fast three-meter stride. One strong jump from the soldier
sprang the four hundred kilogram Jaguar three meters into the air. UDA
Special Forces were trained for weeks to utilize these mobile war machines.
months to train his pack in the use of the body tanks so they could be used
two years ago. Flowing Rivers had traded thirty kilos of Zeta Clear, a highly
illegal designer drug that had been confiscated from a tribe member (who
was subsequently banished), to a corrupt UDA requisition officer for the four
Jaguar units.
This would be the first time Wovoka's pack used these suits for
something other than combat. While the body tanks were fully capable of
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operating in vacuum their primary design was for use on land. The Infiltrators
Wolf Plume turned his attention away from the suit he was currently
The old Russian spoke, taking his focus off his own tasks. “We're
approaching the point you designated earlier,” Wolf Plume reported. “I'm
has had a rough time compensating for the loss of the stabilizing fin. I have
programmed the autopilot to accelerate the Trighter away from the location
where we disembark.”
Wovoka barked an order over the comp set. “Cavaho, grab the hack
sack and get up here to Locker Two.” Wovoka pulled the opening lever on
the second body tank. The body tank hummed obediently to life. The
hydraulics in the Heavy Jaguar opened it up to accept its controller. The body
tank split down the middle, hinging the two parts of the front half on the
outside edge of the arms and legs. Wovoka motioned for Slow Turtle to come
forward. He helped him step into the wide-open mobile armor. Slow Turtle
was standing in the recess of the body tank, encased in the soft neoprene
rubber that held the intricate micro fibers that read and executed the
“Hey, where's the body tank’s missle launchers?” Slow Turtle asked
“I had Wolf Plume take them off for extra air capacity. We won't need
missles in the Free Mantle. We still have the wrist cannons if we need them,”
Wovoka answered.
Wovoka stepped back and hit the lever to the closed position. The body
tank closed on Slow Turtle, an audible sequence of clicks emitted from the
inside of the suit as it locked. The body tank hissed as it sealed and switched
Cavaho ran into the room and grabbed the hack sack and began
attaching it to his body tank. Wovoka was strapping himself into his suit
“Thirty seconds to disembark. Move it, move it,” Wolf Plume warned
Cavaho.
approached the drop point. Cavaho snapped the last latch hook on the hack
sack to the armored handles on the back of his body tank and got in. Wolf
Plume was in his body tank but had not yet closed it. His right hand flash
seal the ship. The Russian hit the open lever to the closed position. His suit
The blast hatch over each of the suits blew off like pressure cooker lids
and the Free Mantle filled the vision of each Infiltrator. As Wovoka,
surrounded by warriors under his charge, floated freely toward the stone
chaos and away from the Trighter he knew if ever he needed Wambli to carry
CHAPTER 12
Small chunks skipped between the rolling boulders and hulking stones
that made up the Free Mantle. Wovoka took in the chaos of the Free Mantle
and steeled himself for the arduous task ahead of him and his men. He
caught a glance at the Trighter as it screamed away. A good ship. Wolf Plume
had programmed the comp to gently land the Trighter six hundred kilometers
from Cartel Base Nurai. The loss of the tail stabilizer would make it a gamble
whether the Trighter would make it not. Even at that distance there was little
The fact that Rowan personnel had found Wovoka’s infiltrator team on
ASAP. Wovoka knew from the Zuni intelligence reports that it would take a
minimum of nine days to build another chunnel, which would give them
Wovoka and the three Infiltrators reached the edge of the maelstrom of
glimpsed between thick, wet clouds. Above them floated the planet's outer
shell. The sparkling churning boulders prohibited Wovoka from seeing far into
Wovoka boosted a few meters ahead of the rest of the group. “I hear
static in the lines already. Once we get into that mess we are not going to be
able to communicate at all. And judging from the chaos I see, I doubt we are
going to be able to stay together. We’ll have to clamber through the two
body tanks better than the rest of us. I need you to take Slow Turtle through
with you. The Negacain I gave him should make it possible for him to move
Cavaho nodded.
Wolf Plume grimaced. “Wovoka, I don't know about this. Sure the body
tanks will take a hit from a boulder twice their size but some of those rocks
are fifty meters wide. If Slow Turtle gets caught between two of them his
“Buck up, warrior.” Slow Turtle said. “The only alternative is staying
on this marsh planet and that really doesn't sound appealing to me. Let’s get
Wovoka grinned. He pulled up a time stamp. “Let's get this done. I'm
guessing it should take anywhere from two to four hours per kilometer. I am
sending my time stamp to your comp sets, which should be in control of your
“Check.”
“Check.”
Cavaho nodded.
Wovoka turned, as all three of his Infiltrators boosted toward him. The
four soldiers clacked the plasteel of their helmets together. “Wambli, will
carry each of us on his wings as he has a hundred times before. I'll see you
None of them spoke another word, just broke and boosted toward the
Free Mantle. Wovoka's momentum gently sent him into the fringe of the Free
Mantle. Small rocks began to clack against the body tank. He pushed away a
boulder a meter wide. It rolled and smacked against an asteroid twice its
size.
The big rocks started a few meters away. Wovoka spotted a twenty-
meter boulder rolling slowly through the mass of churning rocks toward the
far unseen edge of the Free Mantle. He boosted toward the fleeing boulder,
activated the Jaguar’s wrist cannon and adjusted to its maximum setting.
One blast created a perfect round hole about two and a half meters wide and
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a meter deep. He used the thrusters to get himself close enough to cram the
suit into the hole. The smaller rocks bounced off of the Jaguar and the larger
rocks that crashed into the boulder made no contact with the suit.
Wovoka was confident the rest of his Infiltrators would be able to figure
out this maneuver. The large rock crashed deeper into the Free Mantle,
farther away from Naanac. Wovoka spoke into his comp set. “Pack Alpha to
infiltrators, echo back.” Only silence answered. The Free Mantle rendered
rocked Wovoka’s ride. The boulder beneath him veered back toward Naanac.
A boost from his boot thrusters sent him back into the chaos. He dodged
spotted a bulky asteroid heading his way. He maneuvered and snuggled his
dodge and scrape his way toward the outer space surrounding Naanac.
Wovoka began to sweat inside his body tank, despite the cool jets of
air the integral life support system provided. The physical exertion was
difficult but Wovoka was used to hard work. He and his pack trained
constantly. Wovoka exempted Slow Turtle from some of the rigorous training
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The most difficult part of the task was maintaining direction. Every
where he needed to go. Normally his comp set could easily guide him, but
the Free Mantle presented too much interference for the processors to
crunch quickly. Each boulder had its own properties, some radioactive. The
only way to tell if he was heading toward space or back toward the planet
was to look for flecks of grey (Naanac’s atmosphere) or flecks of black (outer
space).
Six hours of coasting and dodging and firing and tumbling brought his
body tank close to the space edge of the Free Mantle. Here the black was in
large patches, no longer flecks. Stars were visible. The inside of his body
Sweat rolled off his brow and he blinked furiously to keep it out of his
eyes. He rolled the body tank again and landed on a medium sized boulder
not more than seven or eight meters wide. Suddenly a strange shimmering
calmed himself and made out the clean edges of a CZ-214 Bounty Hunter, a
cockpit and realized it was deserted hulk. It had probably been junked here
remaining half of the ship’s name emblazoned on the front. It was mottled
and the paint chipped. “1884-QI 8710 Billy the K,” Wovoka took a few stills
with his comp set. It worried him that this ship was here. It could mean that
Rowan was more prepared than they appeared to be. He was unsure. It was
also quite possible Rowan Cartel had never found this ship and the ship had
somehow become stranded here without any way to return. Wovoka moved
away from the ship and put it out of his thoughts. This short investigation
He boosted out to a safe distance from the edge of the Free Mantle. A
huge weight lifted off of his shoulders. He basked in the beauty of Naanac’s
another day and now he needed to gather his men. He looked right and left
Wovoka set the lights on his body tank blinking and looked at the arms.
The finish was shredded away, showing scored black blastplast. The body
tank was dented and worn, yet all of its basic functions were operating.
Wovoka turned away from the endless vacuum of space toward the Free
grabbed his body tank by the shoulders and suddenly glasteel tinked against
Wovoka laughed and spun with Wolf Plume. Two were out now, half the
Wolf Plume shook his head. “It took me longer to get through than I
expected. They are probably running into the same problems we did. We can
wait here.”
Wovoka laughed. “Of course, we'll wait here. Where else would we go?”
The next two hours passed slowly. Conversation with Wolf Plume was
strained due to Wovoka’s concern for Cavaho and Slow Turtle. They spent the
time observing, carefully, Naanac’s two suns, Venik I and II. Venik I was
closer, brighter - a gas giant. Its bright electric blue light bathed their body
tanks. Venik II cast brilliant green and between the two suns it made
anything the light touched appear as if it were under water. Wovoka had just
set a watch schedule so that one of them could sleep when Wolf Plume
pointed.
Wovoka and Wolf Plume were approximately two kilometers from the
edge of the Free Mantle but Wovoka could make out a dull glint of steel.
“Optics, twenty.” The comp set adjusted magnification and the two thousand
pack's Heavy Jaguars units but Wovoka could not tell whose from this
distance. Then he realized the body tank wasn't moving, just drifting as
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boulders banged it about. Wovoka returned the optics to normal and boosted
have known. Slow Turtle was injured. How could he possibly make it through
the Free Mantle? Wolf Plume was in front of Wovoka now pushing boulders
back away from the Jaguar body tank. Wovoka slowed and stopped just
above the battered suit, its back to him. He grabbed the body tank, and
boosted clear of the Free Mantle. Once they were clear, Wovoka turned the
suit to face him. Tears clouded his eyes. The glasteel of the helmet was
covered with blood and Wovoka saw that the body tank had been cracked.
“Oh Wambli, what have I done? Slow Turtle…” Wovoka placed a hand
to his faceplate.
Wolf Plume grabbed the bulky shoulder of Wovoka's suit, “Not your
fault, boy. Not your fault. Don’t weep at a soldier’s death. Know that crazy
Irishman died for the AmerIndian Confederacy and was glad to do it.”
Wovoka did not know how long he wept. He simply remembered seeing
everything around him suddenly when his eyes were no longer clouded with
tears. Cavaho and Wolf Plume were both hovering over him. He was glad to
realize that Cavaho had made it through. The joy lasted until he saw the
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tether leading from the back of Cavaho's suit to the Heavy Jaguar that was
“What happened?”
make out was that Slow Turtle’s suit was cracked very early on in the Free
Mantle walk. Cavaho pushed the body tank through because he thought you
version. There was no remorse in his eyes. Wovoka realized Cavaho would
not process any of the pain he was feeling over Slow Turtle’s death. The
Wovoka breathed deep. The time for mourning, the time for rage was
“Half-hour.”
and found the same reading. The keying bands were slower when used inside
the heavy gauntlets of the body tanks, but they were still functional. His suit
also had forty-two hours. “Kill Spotted Horse put all suits at max oxygen. We
also all have twelve-hour reserve tanks. Cavaho, take the reserve tank off
Slow Turtle's and put four hours into each of our suits.”
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No one spoke as Cavaho scavenged the air tank off Slow Turtle's suit
and split it's contents between the three of them. There were another few
minutes of silence.
Wovoka swung around and faced Wolf Plume. “Turn off all non-essential
kept his voice calm, but his question betrayed his concern.
trade route and our rendezvous ship won't get here until four hundred hours
on the sixth, three days from now. That's sixty-three hours away and twenty-
one hours more than we have. We have to do something other than wait.”
with the tribes. I know in my heart I will not die here and I won't let you die
here either.”
“I will tell you when I tell all the tribes, but for now you have to trust
me.”
Neither Wolf Plume nor Cavaho looked at the corpse floating behind
them. They knew Slow Turtle died following Wovoka. He had done no more or
Wolf Plume spun his suit toward his Pack Alpha, “I trust you, Wovoka.
Cavaho nodded and the three huddled closer together and hoped the
CHAPTER 13
Celetain Prax sat quietly before the stars. Her chair sat before the far
transparent wall of her temporary quarters on the Brule's only lodge ship,
Cold Pyre. Through twenty meters of smooth force field reinforced glasteel,
ships bustled between massive lodge ships. Four hundred and sixteen
Celetain thought of her tribe, the Haida. They were responsible for
the Haida population of 22,000 tribals only 10,000 were shamans, the rest
were apprentices, support and researchers. Just as the Nez Perce tribe had
attracted blacks (due to their affinity for piloting) the Haida had a large
percentage of Hispanics and Latinos who excelled in spiritual arts the Haida
performed.
The first chief of the Haida and the greatest shaman in the AC's short
history was Morningstar Prax, Celetain's mother. From the beginning Family
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Prax had been integral to the success of the Haida, and consequently the
the AmerIndian Confederacy three months before the end of the Six Captives
Law Suit. She became the chief of the Haida in 2164, the first year of the
AmerIndian Confederacy. In 2165 Celetain Prax was born. Her father, a Nez
Perce Pilot, died a month before Celetain was born, killed in an attempt to
Despite her husband's death, Morningstar left her research behind and
in reviving a level of shamanic activity and power that had not been seen
since before the white man walked the sacred lands of North America.
Celetain loved her mother and emulated her in every way with the exception
archiving all available data on shamanic rituals. At the age of fifteen Celetain
began speaking with Crafter every day. She used her status as a chief's
daughter to keep in touch with him and encouraged him to include other
sister after only a year of discourse. Between 2180 and 2183 Celetain
Cybershamanism.
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Ancestor Worship and Yoga, all filtered and manipulated by complex code
distant from her mother and fell into dark brooding. However, tribals had
never seen anything like the power Celetain wielded. The Elders tried to
ignore her results while young tribals embraced her practices and Celetain
return to blood rituals like the Sundance. Ritual of the Black Heart, a new
healing ritual developed by Celetain was the final straw. In this ritual Celetain
sent his son to the Haida with C-HIV to be cured. At the request the Elders
have any effect on the young man. In one hour, Celetain and her group of
Confederacy grew. When the story was leaked to the UDA media, her
impeachment attempt shortly after for turning to an enemy force for aid.) It
was a difficult time for Morningstar and Celetain and they interacted little.
In 2190 Morningstar was killed when her shuttle was shot down on her
of the mystery surrounding Celetain, her popularity among the youth and the
position of Elder at the age of twenty-five. The tribe chiefs simply voted the
choice of the people, and their choice was Celetain. John welcomed her as an
Elder while Stormseeker was furious over the outcome of the vote.
slow, steady river force of traditional shamanism. However, less than half of
Cybershamans in the Haida tribe. They did not work together often, instead
training other Cybershaman packs. When they were together, however, their
Celetain and her Acolytes wore hunter green leather with glowing neon
runes (controlled by their comp sets) that constantly shifted into new rune
Now beginning her third year as Elder Shaman, Celetain felt the weight
of duty on her shoulders. She learned the art of leadership from Potlatch
Weaver, the father of the AmerIndian Confederacy and the wisest, kindest
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man she had ever known. She missed him now. His strength, his hope, and
most of all his ability to make every person, including her, achieve the
limitless potential within them. She shook her head. She loved what she did.
Never had she been as fulfilled as she was in the leadership role she now
Since her acceptance as Elder Shaman, she and the Council had
Stormseeker all had years of experience on her, yet, their greatest years as
Elders were still ahead of them. That gave Celetain hope. But Morgan
Weaver; she wondered why his father had not been wise enough to see that
this son would not be a good Elder. Morgan had no vision, no strength, and at
times Celetain thought she saw a dangerous, selfish ambition in him. He had
been nothing but an obstacle to the council since his acceptance four years
ago.
Celetain thought back on the tasks the council handled since she
became an Elder. Even eleven years after the White Earth Massacre,
recovery was still the greatest challenge. The AmerIndian Confederacy had
had been spent scrambling to replace lodge ships and other resources. New
tribals had not been a problem. So many UDA citizens from each of the
seven settled galaxies as well as periphery folk had come to join the
Thankfully, the UDA had fumbled their media handling of the White
Earth Massacre. It was well known White Earth was the vacation haven of the
elite and few UDA citizens ever set foot on the planet. Most UDA citizens
were not pleased to learn tens of thousands of UDA soldiers died to preserve
The UDA media aired hours of raw battle footage from the White Earth
battle hoping to show the violence and chaos the AmerIndian Confederacy
created. What many UDA citizens saw was the first force in the UDA's 136-
year history that could actually survive battling with UDA forces. The
coverage of the battle looked like a cat fighting a mouse. The fight was long
and bloody for both sides. Members of the Anarchists party were amazed at
able to accomplish. Many young Anarchists had joined the underdog force,
The next challenge the AmerIndian Confederacy faced was the building
of the Merc Force. The Merc Force was a two-purpose project for the
AmerIndian Confederacy. The first and most critical purpose was to build and
maintain a diverse, dedicated and deadly army that would not be drilling and
Within two years both purposes had been achieved. Currently forty
another; Infiltrators, infantry, body tank warriors, fighter pilots. Since the
around twenty thousand per year. But new tribals kept coming and an
AmerIndian Confederacy death carried more respect and glory for many than
Once there were tribals and UDA credits in adequate quantities the
next challenge had been the acquisition of eleven lodge ships to replace
those lost in the White Earth Massacre. Most of the ships were taken by
Confederacy outrider ships waited in ambush. These UDA colony ships were
usually taken without combat. A few UDA colony ships were taken by force.
One colony ship was actually handed over willingly by its UDA captain and
wondered what would be next. She knew from experience the period of
success for the AmerIndian Confederacy would have to end soon. The
AmerIndian Confederacy currently had over one hundred and fifty thousand
tribals involved in seven ongoing campaigns. And while body bags arrived at
the lodge ships every day, the violence, the blood, was elsewhere. It was at
distant mining outposts and on far flung colony planets. For over two years
the AmerIndian Confederacy had been able to avoid the attempts of UDA
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forces to capture or kill an Elder. Only one lodge ship had been lost in the last
two years. And the Merc work was bringing in billions of creds.
competency of the Haida tribe. Faced with the gruesome task of patching up
thousands of tribals from a near infinite variety of injuries, the Haida had
turned their lodge ship into the best trauma hospital in the known universe.
Med students from all the core and periphery colonies flocked to learn with
the Haida. And unlike UDA hospitals the AmerIndian Confederacy could give
medical service without regard to politics. UDA elites paid through the nose
for services that the UDA denied them for one reason or another.
Too much was going well. Celetain had foreseen that it would not last.
She sipped at the sweet thick hot chocolate that Broge, her assistant, had
made for her. She set it down on the table next to her and relaxed. It had
before her in his true form. John was rabbit, wise and swift. Kugan a turtle,
strangely appeared only in his human form and Potlatch Weaver, his father,
stood distantly behind him. This confused Celetain. Each Elder spoke but
Celetain heard only music; different tunes emanating from each one's
mouth.
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Suddenly she could her feel physical body falling and the dream
changed from soft fluid vision to a cruel, crisp clarity; everything brilliant and
sharp. She could see four men each in a separate shell. One man glowed a
brilliant blue, a powerful illumination shown through his shell. The second
man burned with flame, green and black, he was in terrible pain and yet he
remained silent. The third man was covered with a dim white light and she
could see fear on him, not for himself but for the others. The final man had
no flesh and a dark figure, cold and black and not shaped like a man, hugged
Celetain sensed the present danger these men faced, but did not know
who they were. The clarity and brilliance began to dim and she realized that
she was slipping from the dream. She surged back, pushing and pulling with
She spoke to the men. “Who are you? Where are you?” None
responded and she knew why. This was not their realm. Not their place to
speak. But she knew who could hear her. “Who are these men and what is
this place?”
The dark figure unfurled his arms and released the skeleton in the
shell. It came forward moving without movement. She could feel it studying
her.
“Why should I answer you, witch?” His words spewed forth and
yelled, “Because if you don't I will bind you by your name and even if I
cannot hold you the others will know that for a moment you were mine.
“This one,” the midnight figure's arm pointed to the brilliant blue man,
“is the beginning of the end for you and yours. He will start the flow for the
river of blood. Blood is the only payment for that which you seek. This one,”
the black form extended a tendril arm toward the man engulfed in green and
black flame, “will be the blood bringer's strength, and the last,” he pointed to
the man of white light, “will be part of his wisdom. There will be others.”
Celetain looked past the dark figure trying to ascertain where the men
were. “This place is the Homelands.” The figure said with a strange finality.
men. Each rock dripped with blood, long strands of the fluid undulating
between them as they rolled and crashed. Celetain strained to stay but
exhaustion washed over her and she slipped from the dream. She woke to a
sharp pain along her cheekbone. She was sprawled on the floor and Broge
“I am fine now, Broge. Please, help me up.” Broge rushed to lift her
gently and seated her again. She took another sip of the hot chocolate. In a
Hall at the start of the next hour.” She rose and donned the heavy green
cloak she wore in the halls and pulled up the voluminous hood. She left the
room quickly.
Broge did not hesitate at setting to his task. He finger tapped and
physical eyes and let the data flow before his mind’s eye. He communicated
with the comp at near the speed of thought thanks to over two decades of
experience with the tools of his trade. The trick was to be able to ask the
right questions in the right way. Right now thousands of figures flashed
fourteen kilometers the Slammer had been a bargain at any price, the only
problem was the guns were now giving the ship's server fits with all the
program into it. Keokuk was now stripping out the clumsy programming each
gunner had created and replacing it with clean, fluid code that would give
each gunner the custom performance he was looking for without leaving
higher than any other ship in the Confederacy and Keokuk had plans to
increase that figure dramatically. Everything had to be tight, every code line,
every subroutine. He was half way through the Slammer project when the
line appeared across his comp set reading, “Your presence is requested in
With a finger tap Keokuk made the lenses of his comp set translucent
and swiveled his chair. He stopped abruptly. Before him stood Celetain Prax,
the Elder Shaman, with a cadre of Acolytes behind her. Keokuk was startled.
He saw Elder John on a regular basis and he had dealt with each of the other
Elders occasionally but this was the first time he had ever been this close to
you today?”
arranged for transport to Naanac. The outrider ship's departure waits only for
you.”
Keokuk stared a moment and then answered, “Thank you, Elder Prax. I
have a ready bag in my room. If one of your Acolytes would lead me to the
ship.”
metric ton outrider ship with a crew of one hundred and berths for fifty body
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tanks. Thunder Lizard was loaded for bear. Troops bustled past Keokuk who
sat quietly near a view window. A steady stream of white shooting stars filled
his view. The ship was now cruising at 20,000 K.P.H. putting some distance
accomplish the jump took just over twenty-seven hours and that had been a
rush job. Keokuk felt angry and frustrated. He had been unable to contact
Celetain after she left him and the Acolytes would give no details about what
danger Wovoka and his pack faced. It surprised him that Celetain had known
about the situation for over a day now but had saw fit to give him only ten
minutes notice.
rescue op, but could think of no logical reason. It was unlikely whatever
struggles Wovoka's pack had run into involved a comp problem. He was,
however, selfishly glad that he might have a chance to pull Wovoka’s bacon
out of the frying pan. That would anger his brother and that was just fine
with him. Keokuk pulled a passage from the Gospel of Luke and continued his
chamber of the outrider ship prepped for the firing that would take the vessel
across thousands of galaxies, instantly. The sole piece of equipment that had
propelled mankind out into the stars had been the Kellion Cannon. All lodge
Cannon was the linchpin for the creation of the UDA. The modern Kellion
Cannon was the product of two critical technology elements - the theory of
never published in any journal and actually was given only a satisfactory
Harvard web site when he was twelve. He studied it for thirteen years and
began designing the Kellion Cannon in 2046. In 2050 he went to a Las Vegas
tech convention to look for an investor. Silas Mar put up the creds necessary
to begin construction on the first Kellion Cannon ship, Furor, in 2051. Furor
was completed in 2054. Silas Mar waited to use Furor as a trump card to aid
in a large draw chamber, powered the unit. The catalyst chamber, located
directly behind the draw chamber, was where the correspondence plane was
initiated. The catalyst chamber was a cube that measured six meters high,
wide and long. The barrel of the cannon measured a standard 131 meters
long, three meters in diameter. All Kellion Cannons were exactly alike and
cannons that sent ships galaxies off the mark. Even forty years after its
When a Kellion Cannon ship intended to use its Kellion Cannon it set its
was required to complete the union. What were important were the gravity
signatures of the two points to be united. If the areas being traveled from
and to were gravity charted then the calculations took significantly less time
and were far more accurate in creating the union. Gravity charting was a
process by which the interstellar gravity forces of an area were studied and
specifically valued. The UDA had a fleet of two hundred voyager ships that
did nothing but gravity chart new systems. Charting could be done through a
the navcomps the farther away the points were from a major gravity source.
The task became impossible if either point was closer than one hundred
thousand kilometers from a major gravity source. A body half the size of the
Earth’s moon constituted a major gravity source. A navcomp took only a few
that were charted and at least two million kilometers away from a major
Cannon ship made a correspondence plane and the code used did not
correspond to the point the navcomp calculated it would. A slip could place a
ship kilometers or galaxies off the mark. There was an eight-day time barrier
It took another twenty minutes to reach the firing point and during that
time Keokuk pondered the fact that Wovoka faced serious danger and still all
watched as all the troops around him checked their weapons and keyed last
plane. They never knew if UDA ships would be waiting on the other side.
soldiers around him took their seats. He could hear the hum of the Kellion
Cannon charging. Soon the cannon would fire a stream of energy into a
single plane of atoms one kilometer from the ship’s current position. The ship
would fly into that plane and travel through to another plane thousands of
galaxies away, exactly as navigated. Keokuk braced himself for the firing.
What made it bearable was the time it took a persons body to travel through
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the source of the pain, the correspondence plane, was only a fraction of a
second. It left most travelers with something akin to the memory of intense
outward pressure. Keokuk felt the surge, he saw an instant flash of black and
the soldiers tense, each waiting for the shields to be pummeled with laser
fire.
Keokuk carried no weapon and could not directly operate any of the
suddenly felt useless. A minute passed and a soft gong rang over everyone’s
comp set informing those not near glasteel hull sections that the ship was
not under attack. Keokuk looked out on a brilliant star blazing mint green
light.
He wandered the ship to keep his mind off the tension. Thunder Lizard
was an atypical outrider ship. The crew compartments were more spacious
than the body tank warrior’s compartments. Two to a room with beds and a
desk as compared to six berths to a room for the body tank warriors. There
was a large gym area for the troops and a huge common room in the center
of the ship where crew and body tank warriors could workout and socialize.
addiction was to encourage old traditional games such as pool and darts. The
ship was also equipped with a shooting and archery range. Keokuk was
surprised to see the common room relatively empty. He realized most of the
Every Apache troop on the ship knew Wovoka and the members of his
pack, Jade Dagger. Wovoka's Infiltrator pack had laid the groundwork for
many of their own operations. Wovoka was respected and each Apache
warrior now eagerly awaited the opportunity to help him. Keokuk considered
what they would find. According to an Acolyte, the chunnel would be closed
by now and Keokuk knew there was not enough equipment on this ship to
If the Trighter had made it through the chunnel this would be a quick
mission. The most likely outcome, Keokuk thought, would be to find the
Trighter had not made it through and Jade Dagger was still trapped on
Naanac. Keokuk found his walk had led him to the ship's bridge. Keokuk
entered the bridge. Captain Squahana recognized him and did not shoo him
Naanac grew larger by the moment. The ship's speed became evident
as the planet filled the main window. The pilot veered the ship sharply into
“Scan for life signs and watch for AC hailing signals,” the captain
ordered.
Keokuk saw nothing below but the pandemonium of the Free Mantle.
There were no obvious signs of a ship battle but Naanac had a circumference
patterns around the planet, have the other two, Rogue Four and Six, flank
the ship at five hundred klicks where they can keep an eye on us.”
Thirty years old, the Jet Tigers were mainstay fighters from the Periphery
campaigns of the 2160's. They were heavy and slow compared to today's
fighters but they ran forever on little maintenance and carried standard four
conventional lasers, two under-wing bombs and a rail gun under the nose.
Keokuk watched as some of the Jet Tigers arched away from Thunder Lizard.
Keokuk piggybacked the pilots comp set. Two graphics appeared on his
lenses, each a flat bar in a circle. If sensors detected life signs or hailing
Keokuk knew in ideal situations the bars would remain static until
something was detected, but the interference from the Free Mantle made the
bars jump and small spikes appeared every few seconds. The sensors would
be useless. Captain Squahana finger tapped down the sensors and ordered
troops to set up watch at every glasteel hull section on the ship facing the
Free Mantle. An hour passed with nothing found and Keokuk began to wonder
what the chances were Wovoka and his pack were still on Naanac.
Four more long hours passed before Keokuk heard, “Rogue three to
Mother, copy tango 659342. Center in. I have found objective. I have found
objective.”
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Keokuk forced himself not to rush as he made his way down to the main
airlock, a large circular set of doors that split along the middle and rolled
back along the hull sections. Six body tank warriors crammed into the
airlock. Keokuk watched as the second set of doors hissed open and the
warriors floated out randomly then locked in their boosters and shot away. It
seemed like forever to Keokuk before anyone returned. Two body tank
warriors appeared in the window carrying another body tank. The contrast
between the suits was striking. The two Thunder Lizard body tanks gleamed
bright red and their caution lights blinked brightly. All of the paint had been
scraped off the body tank they were holding. It was covered in dents and the
left caution light blinked dimly while the other remained off.
Keokuk could not tell who was in the body tank due to the absence of
any markings. Two medics ran up to the body tank and quickly threw the
latches. They pulled away the top half of the body tank and Keokuk
approached and barely recognized Wolf Plume when he saw him. His hair and
beard were soaked with perspiration and yet his lips were dry, cracked, and
bleeding. He drank just a small bit of water the medics gave him and looked
at Keokuk.
“Thank you.”
More body tank warriors brought in Cavaho, who refused to sit and got
out of his body tank without assistance, despite his obvious weariness.
Wovoka was the next to be brought in to the ship. They open his body tank
“Captain Squahana, thank you, thank you. Now please get us back to
Squahana cocked his head, he was not used to Infiltrators telling him
when and where to take his ship, but for some reason he did not question
Wovoka. Just nodded and commanded his ‘gator to start running the
numbers through the navcomp to get back to the Steel Circle. Keokuk helped
“Wovoka, slow down. You have to rest a moment. We still have to wait
Keokuk had never seen what he saw now in his brother’s eyes, utter
Tears started and Wovoka broke down into deep uncontrolled sobbing.
precedence.
The last body tank warrior pulled Slow Turtle's suit into the ship and
the medics threw open the suit exposing only a corpse. Keokuk lost breath.
He had seen Wovoka and his pack return from dozens of missions. He had
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seen them come back battered, beaten, and bleeding, but always alive. One
mission had sent Cavaho back with a three-inch tree limb shoved through his
shoulder. The meds had patched him up and he was back with the pack in a
remembered what Wolf Plume had once told him, “There are only two
reasons any of us are alive; our ability to work as a pack and Wovoka's skill
as a leader.”
trying to get him to drink as they went. Wovoka sipped lightly at the water
letting half of it spill on the floor. The medics put Wovoka down on the bed.
The medics and Keokuk all looked at each other, none of them sure to
The medics left and Keokuk remained silent. He felt confused, not
“Keokuk. I lost Slow Turtle. I lost…” Suddenly the power was gone and
Keokuk only saw a boy. His little brother, in pain. For the first time in thirteen
years he stepped toward his brother and spread his arms. He embraced him.
“It's all right, Wovoka. It is all right. Slow Turtle is not lost.”
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CHAPTER 14
David Stone Rain knew when he uttered the words that he was
ordering the death of six tribals. “Hold position Eagle One. Break out the
The fat tires of the King Rat combat buggy spun chunks of healthy
green grass and moist brown soil as Stone Rain's driver swerved hard to
“Papa Eagle, this is Eagle One. Breaking out heavies now. We are
Stone Rain shook his head as the King Rat sailed over a bluff. He
ignored the maelstrom of violence that surrounded him and refocused his
eyes to the comp set he wore. He saw an overhead view of the battlefield.
He finger tapped and his keying bands read the movement and adjusted the
view on his comp set. “Eagle Two and Seven, move now to point 07634.
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Hover tank, moving in. All units increase spread by 150 meters. Air strike will
Stone Rain was pleased to see his go-team was now half a kilometer
from the planet gun. He tried to ignore the fact that a dozen small icons
blinked off in the little time he had the overview off. A tap of his fingers cut
off the overview and with a quick fluid motion, Stone Rain raised his Sledge
Lawbringer. He finger tapped a link to the weapon into his comp set and
locked onto a fast moving UDA scout vehicle after fifteen seconds of frenzied
tracking. When the scout vehicle was suddenly surrounded by bright blinking
brackets he squeezed the fire button. The Lawbringer kicked. Stone Rain did
not bother to watch the bolt of energy burn a path to and through the
vehicle.
The King Rat was now sliding sideways as the driver adjusted his
course to avoid a large area of jutting rocks. Stone Rain took in the beautiful
landscape of White Earth. The grassy plain the King Rat now sped over was
part of a six hundred kilometer square vacation dude ranch enjoyed by the
UDA elite. The entire planet was covered by posh entertainment resorts in
The ground shook as the planet gun rocked off a blazing shaft of hard
light. Stone Rain's comp set automatically dimmed to lessen the brief
blindness the flash caused. Far above, a lodge ship's aft section exploded
“Papa Eagle, this is Eagle Six…” Static jumped across the link as UDA
jammers scrambled the feed. A few seconds later when the AmerIndian
ciphers defeated the jammers, Stone Rain caught the message repeat.
Stone rain leaned in into his driver as the Rat King slid across the top
of a low hill. “Just the way we practiced it, Eagle Six. I'm pulling the transport
to us so it’s got to be done now. No second shot. The UDA air support is
close.” Stone Rain tapped his fingers and switched frequencies. “Red
coordinates.” A tap of the finger and he opened all units frequency. “All units
Stone Rain whipped his head back as he heard the distinct wail of the
UDA Wraiths. Long, slim, black fighters swooped low. They strafed the
ground in a tight pattern. The six Wraiths were on a path that took them four
or five kilometers south of Stone Rain. His comp set was clear of information.
He knew if he accessed the unit tracker dozens of icons would be blinking off
as the fighters mowed down his men. A brief relief came to him as the
Wraiths raced past the range of his men and he caught sight of AmerIndian
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Confederacy Jet Tigers screaming ahead of the transports. His relief died
quickly as two Wraiths cut hard and headed straight toward his King Rat.
One fighter burned ahead of the other and began spraying hard light a
kilometer before it reached the King Rat. Stone Rain knew the tactic. His
driver was now wheeling the buggy around to avoid the approaching fire.
The following wingman would watch where the King Rat ran and pin the
buggy down. Stone Rain, however, kept his mouth shut knowing his driver
was aware of the fighter's plan. The driver would get them out or he
wouldn't. The tires sprayed soil and grass in every direction as the driver
tried desperately to put them over the next hill. The driver yelled, “We're
locked, BAIL!”
automatically. The two dove from the King Rat as it sailed over the edge of
the hill. The hard light cannon of the following Wraith blazed, one beam
catching the King Rat at the apex of its jump. The King Rat shattered like a
glass balloon. Stone Rain hit the ground hard, his bones slamming into his
muscles and lungs. He rolled and before he came to a rest he felt a sharp
pain run from his lower stomach to his back. He stopped rolling and could
not move as his body struggled to refill his lungs with air.
From where he lay Stone Rain could see the stars. They were beautiful.
Everything on White Earth was beautiful. Colored flashes passed from point
to point in the sky, AC lodge ships firing on UDA colony ships. Stone Rain
began to become aware of the intense pain in his abdomen. As his blood
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flowed onto the White Earth plains, it occurred to him that he would rather
continue to lay and watch the beautiful stars above than sit up and see the
The stars were gone. Stone Rain recognized the soft light of overhead
glowplast. The hallway zoomed by. Even at this speed, with tribals running at
the sides of his gurney, Stone Rain could tell he was not on an Apache lodge
ship. The bright, carved, curved symbols of shaman magic told him he was
on the Haida lodge ship. A sharp right and the gurney entered the medicine
Confederacy's most skilled Shaman Healer. He could smell the healing herbs
warrior. Awaken, Stone Rain. Your battle is not over.” Morningstar clapped
her hands in his face. It startled Stone Rain and the realization that his body
assistants. Morningstar was now moving her hands in smooth, slow arcs.
Stone Rain could feel his blood flowing out of him, slower now. He could hear
each drop hit the plasteel floor below. A moment of chanting and ritual
passed and Morningstar moved back in. She lowered her hands to Stone
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Rain's abdomen. He felt her power as she pulled the rollbar fragment out of
him.
closed her eyes, letting the sound of the drums refill her soul with healing
power. As she did this, one of her assistants injected Stone Rain and shunted
a medicinal lead into his forearm. He could see the pain on Morningstar’s
face as he watched her gather more power than she could safely contain.
Her hands came down again to his body and he was consumed by raw,
unabated energy that pulled and wove at his wound. Morningstar fell back,
spent and dazed. Two assistants rushed to her side. Stone Rain felt energy,
vitalized the healing forces within his body. As the magic searched for vitality
to be strengthened, there was little to be found. Too much of his essence lay
on a dark patch of grass back on White Earth, too much soaked the gurney
and floor beneath him. Stone Rain knew he was about to die. “My fam-
family…”
The lead assistant stepped forward. “No, warrior. We can heal you. Lie
“No.” His voice was laced with weakness. “Bring them to me.”
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wife, a dark, striking beauty, spoke quickly, as she did when she was upset.
squeezed her fingers but there was no force in the gesture. Weakness from a
man who had always been her strength made her erupt in tears. Her one
“I lo- I lo-” he stammered at the words but there was more than the
his love to her in words. But he had told her one thousand times in his
“My sons…”
Peshlakai nodded and kissed him once again. His lips were growing
cold. Two boys stepped forward. Despite the four years difference between
the two they were the same height. The similarities ended there. Keokuk, the
older son, was heavy and his head was shaved in the style of the Tsimshian
codejack. Wovoka, only twelve, was well muscled, lean, and his black hair
was long and straight. He wore the black Apache uniform, festooned with the
Stone Rain again reached out. Wovoka took his hand immediately.
Keokuk did not move. “Wovoka, son…” He coughed and shuddered with the
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sheer impact of the action. “I am proud of what you are and I am proud of
what you will be. Did my force take the planet gun?”
“Yes, father. G Spec's pack leveled it with the ape load. Evac brought
Good. I believe I earned my second name today. I would have earned Great
“No father, you will be chief of the Apache. Let the shaman use her
power…”
“No, Wovoka. I pass to the great river today. I am not afraid. But I have
service to Elder Weaver. But you will not fail, Wovoka. You are smarter,
stronger, faster than I ever was.” Stone Rain stopped. Tears rolled from his
eyes. Peshlakai gasped because it was the only time she had ever seen him
shed a tear. “You are beautiful, my son. You will carry our family to great
heights in the AC. Now swear to me son. Swear that you will complete what I
searched for the words to tell his father that he was only a boy. As he looked
down on the man who had served the AmerIndian Confederacy tirelessly
every day of Wovoka's life, he could find no such words. “I will be chief of the
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Apache. I swear this to you and Wakonda. I will complete what you have
Stone Rain leaned up and pulled Wovoka to him, kissing his cheek. He
patch of dark red grew around his stomach again as the bleeding intensified
“Keokuk.” Keokuk did not move. He watched his father. “Your choices
shame our family. In one harvest you will become a tribal. Your mother and
brother will need you. You must stay with the Apache tribe. Continue playing
your tech games if you choose, but you must join the Apache. Swear to me
that you will not betray my memory. Swear to me you will not join the
Tsimshian. Swear to me that you will serve the Apache honorably under your
brother’s leadership.”
burned away by his hatred. He did not answer. The silence grew thick and
arid.
“Swear it!” His father shouted and he fell forward coughing blood onto
Wovoka's uniform.
“I swear that I will join the Apache and not the Tsimshian tribe. This I
swear to you and Wakonda.” Keokuk stared at the husk of the man before
“Good, good.”
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Stone Rain let go of his life. Wovoka howled in rage and his mother
wailed, falling to her knees. Morningstar hung her head. Keokuk turned his
CHAPTER 15
One by one, sixty-four UDA ships surged into the Carina Galaxy. They
loomed like a school of sharks above Outpost Laharl 642. An oblong shape
resembling a fat potato, the sixteen hundred kilometer ice chunk blazed a
bright white marbled light. Chaotic gasses whipped across its surface,
carrying sharp, deadly shards of ice. Surprisingly, the outpost had been
terraformed along its topside and now a served as plush get-away for those
in the UDA elite who enjoyed the game of golf. Outpost Laharl 642 was noted
as the best outpost course in all of core space and rivaled mediocre courses
on Earth.
Lige gave standing orders to his first and was aboard his shuttle,
Tiberius, in moments. It appeared that the entire staff of the Calgas golf
course was lined up in neat rows to greet him. They applauded as Lige
tramped down the ramp. Jaret followed close behind him. Lige stopped for a
Jaret looked up taking in the gorgeous view, stars shining through the
him.
Sullivan is waiting. Please, if you will follow me.” The man in white turned
The group walked briskly through the employees flanking them on both
sides. All smiled brightly at Lige, particularly the women. Jaret kept pace.
They were approaching the end of the employees and were about to enter a
tunnel that led down into the hotel sections of the outpost.
Jaret saw the frowns on the faces of the employees being pushed. A
young woman wearing the same white outfit as the rest was breaking
forward. He could not see the pistol but he knew it was there. He whirled, his
hand reaching behind him. The young woman was screaming now, “Libre-.”
Employees were now diving away from her. The boom of the hand
cannon roared and an employee screamed as his foot exploded. Then there
was stillness.
The girl’s forearm and hand, clenching the pistol, lay on the ground where it
twitched trying again to pull the trigger. The girl's yell halted and she stared
Lige to protect him. Jaret drew his pistol and stood waiting for a second
The greeter was now stammering, “Admiral, we can not extend the full
Lige laughed and stepped around the man to get a better look at
Jaret's handiwork. “And they said these things were antiquated.” Lige
indicated the long gleaming katana Jaret now wiped with a cloth proffered by
“As you have drilled into our troops, sir, it is not the weapon that kills, it
is the skill,” Jaret said as he returned the katana to the sheath on his back.
The greeter licked Lige’s boots a bit more while the medics scrambled
to stop the torrent of blood that sprayed from the girls severed arm. Lige
began to walk again and said quietly to the greeter, “You asked what you
could do to make up for the insult I have received today. It would save the
UDA taxpayers much credit if that assassin were not afforded the liberty of a
trial. Perhaps your medics could be persuaded to work at the efficiency they
The greeter seemed upset for a moment. This was not within the scope
of his usual duties, but soon he smiled and said, “I'll see what I can do.” The
employees had now lost their usual smile and a few carried worried grins.
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Now almost as many eyes were on Jaret as Lige. The tunnel leading below
was mirrored and Lige walked quickly on the moving autowalk. Soon they
were in the unparalleled opulence of a five star hotel. The elevators featured
the latest model wall screens showing fly-over scenes of Outpost Laharl
Lige and Jaret were led into a ballroom, geometric shapes and figures
played on the wall screens. Lige pointed nonchalantly to a point on the wall
and Jaret posted himself there. In the center of the room was a small table
draped in white cloth. UDA President Sullivan sat quietly waiting. He rose as
Lige approached and extended his hand. Lige ignored it and went to the
President and hurried from the room. President Sullivan lost the cheerful
demeanor and sat. He opened his mouth to speak and Lige raised his finger
and glared.
have reached the highest level of that profession and you probably believe
that you wield a considerable measure of power. Fifty billion citizens are
affected by your decisions and yet when it comes right down to it, you are
prey. You are where you are because certain men wish you to be there. These
men, myself included, are predators. Understand what you are and what I am
and listen carefully to my words. Do not threaten me. How many men have
that there are any less than a dozen ways I can strip you of your power in
With that Lige reached across the table and slapped Sullivan across the
face, hard. Sullivan, stunned, did not speak for a moment. Then he roared,
Lige was out of his seat. He grabbed Sullivan by the hair and yanked
his face toward himself. “Your guards are supplied by me, the best of my
best. They are soldiers with little tolerance for your weakness. Who do you
think trained them? Who controls their military destinies? You do not give
orders, politician. I, Admiral Lige, do. I have ordered these men to protect
your life with their own. They are not acting now because they know I have
no intention of killing you today. You know I control three quarters of the UDA
army. What makes you think your cadre of men would escape my grasp?”
He threw Sullivan forward and his head bounced off the table with a
Sullivan was crying. Lige waited. “Now I believe we have taken stock of
the true nature of our relationship. There is no need for this to ever happen
discuss.”
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Sullivan did what he was told. “Lige, please, I need to know what is
daughter is. She is with the Confederacy and I can retrieve her at any time.”
expected is true. Alexa joined the AC of her own volition. She seems to be
deeply involved with some Brule red skin. If I brought her back she would
only try to escape. She would be a serious embarrassment to you. Thank God
the media doesn't know where she is. Frankly, with my resources in the AC, I
can keep her under closer watch and safer where she is now than if I brought
her back. But I know you and Theresa miss her. I have an operative working
now to make it so she will want to come back. Her red skin is a demolition
there are other sources I have that will persuade her that the AC is not her
Lige presented Sullivan with three photos on his slate. The pictures had
been carefully edited to make sure there was no way to tell they were over
two months old. Sullivan looked at the photos, frowning at the red skin
soldier draped over his daughter like a cape. He grimaced at the broad smile
on her face. “These are two weeks old. Don't worry, Vincent. I am confident
we can have your daughter back, by her own choice, in a matter of months.”
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but thoughtfully held his tongue. Lige continued, “Let's discuss the White
Earth matter. The censor bureau has failed completely in controlling citizen
sentiment for the AC. The media reporters love them because they give
them deliciously bloody vid. We took the angle of demonizing the AC and the
ignore the AC the independent producers point out this fact and use the vids
to soar their own ratings. Our victory over the AC does not lie in the media. It
preparing battle plans for the spring to try again to take White Earth. I have
me five hundred million creds for fifty Hellfire systems and a Nuc Catapult to
Sullivan picked up a fork and played with it. “Gavon, I have enough pull
for perhaps thirty-five of the sixty votes needed, but the preservationists will
“We can keep this under wraps for four months,” Lige answered.
have been banned on all colonies, you know that,” Sullivan whined.
government. The AC has rebuilt itself in the last thirteen years. If we had not
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massacred them at White Earth then, how strong would they be now? How
strong will they be in another decade? You know the answer to that
question. Neither the masses nor the political body understand the danger
they pose. The masses see them as a romantic band of space pirates living
in hippie love harmony. UDA elites are too focused on their own concerns to
care. In reality the AC is a violent, uncontrolled cult and we must put it down.
embrace the most ethical choice, to save the people from themselves.
Appropriate the funds any way you can. I will take care of the rest. By this
time next spring White Earth will be a planet arsenal and the AC will be no
Lige stood still and smiled at Sullivan. “Don't worry Vincent. All for the
best, no?”
Brule lodge ship Cold Pyre. True to Brule nature Cold Pyre was a stark, simple
lodge ship. The Brule were the AmerIndian Confederacy's elite ground
warriors, the entire tribe obsessively dedicated to the art of warfare. Celetain
Prax made her home on Cold Pyre. Elders were not allowed to live on the
lodge ship of their respective tribe, a practice that helped each Elder be a
fair arbiter.
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Wovoka, Cavaho, Wolf Plume and Keokuk all first approached the
airlock. Word had been sent to Thunder Lizard as soon as it was through the
he returned to Iron Bow. The airlock hissed open and the pack walked on to
Cold Pyre.
Celetain stood waiting for him, dressed in a tight hunter green suede
suit. Around the sleeves of her jacket and around her pant leg twisted a band
of neon colored runes. Her comp set shifted the runes’ colors from blue to
pink to bright silver. She brushed her straight black hair back away from her
almond face. Six acolytes stood behind her in the same garb. None carried a
mix; two true bloods, one Caucasian, a Hispanic and an African. Celetain did
the others fell in behind Wovoka. They made their way through the halls of
the Brule lodge ship. In other lodge ships the halls were well-lit, little children
played tag and older tribals sat out on cartons playing cards or chess or
arguing over politics or showing old war wounds. The Brule lodge ship
hallways were dark save for bright red direction beacons. The halls were
empty, no playing children. In one area they passed a large gym. Below
dozens of tribal warriors screamed and fought a mock battle with coupsticks.
Wovoka, Keokuk, Wolf Plume and Cavaho followed Celetain and her Acolytes
as they used the auto-ladder to take them down fifty levels. When they
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finally stopped they were close to the huge hangar door of Celetain's
workshop.
Celetain waved her hand in front of the door and the massive breaker
rolled back. The group entered a large dark room empty of furniture,
the center of the room. It was dark except for the dim red light that came in
from the hallway. When Celetain stopped the floor flashed with a circle of
Haida symbols that matched some of those on her suit. She looked at the
Plume, and Keokuk all walked into the circle after Wovoka. The Acolytes
chief of the Haida and the most powerful shaman in Confederacy history.
Wovoka clearly remembered her failed attempt to save his father thirteen
Morningstar was sought after to heal many ailments and her advice on
matters of the future had been respected. But Celetain Prax had taken her
Most of the old shamans had rebuked her saying what she did was not of the
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old ways, not AmerIndian. She had countered that she was pureblood
AmerIndian and that her new magic was therefore inherently AmerIndian.
hours with herbs and chants. Celetain's magic was active; bullets pulled from
wounds by insects or snakes and no scar left in an hour or two. And like so
embraced the successes. The media loved Celetain and presented her as the
“Cybershaman Prophet”. The UDA media was not wrong to do so. Celetain
had already showed she could indeed tell the future. But for all her dark
intelligent woman who cared for the AmerIndian Confederacy and had
Now Wovoka could see many of the rumors he had heard were true.
What was most frightening about Celetain's magic was how difficult it was to
determine what was real and what was not. Hard light displays made
illusions child’s play. Celetain channeled spirits back to speak with those left
behind, but some wondered if the hard light displays that were often found in
work areas provided more than simple room lighting and ready comp data.
When a Kichai dealer had called her a fake she had touched his chest and
dozens of snakes had slithered from underneath his shirt. He had screamed
like a child and her detractors had kept their distance for a while.
“Comana Hena, he!” The acolytes sung softly in unison and the room
changed from the dark empty visage of a storage bay to the grey mossy
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fertile ground of Naanac. Huge trees sprung up from the ground bearing
massive grey leaves. Wovoka looked at his feet and saw a reptilian squirrel-
Celetain's top comp jockey was Sliver. The tall, thin Caucasian had
made a name for himself by creating the Calamari Judas virus, a nasty comp
UDA fleet had been grounded for six weeks while every UDA military
navcomp was sterilized. Fourteen UDA colony ships and thirty-seven UDA
prime ships disappeared after their comps used scrambled data in their
correspondence codes. Infected UDA ships were sent to the far-flung corners
of the universe. Only three of those ships were able to get back to a colony
or outpost. UDA citizens speculated the other ships were still making random
Something was wrong. Wovoka felt misty rain on his face. He brushed
his hand across his cheek. His hand was wet, covered with cold water. Hard
light displays could not do that. He watched as a tiny drop of water hit a leaf,
rolled to its tip and splashed on his outspread hand. He shook his head,
amazed. In a flash, the acolytes disappeared. Wovoka could see Keokuk was
flustered and he walked over and put his hand on his shoulder.
Wovoka shook his head. “She is a shaman, Keokuk. Nothing more and
nothing less. And she is our Elder. You have nothing to fear.”
Celetain turned. She stood a few meters away and looked directly at
the Elder Council what I saw, the whole of the Vision. I will assist in whatever
you saw?”
“It is the Homeland. It is the land for which we have searched for seven
hundred years.”
“And what part do you believe you will play in the events that are
about to unfold?”
“I, uh… I will tell the vision to the Elders. The Elders will take the vision
to the tribals. There will be a period of preparation for war. Wolf Plume says
we should be ready for war again in another two or three years. By then I am
over confident, Elder, but I believe by that time I could be in command of the
Apache Tribe, their chief. I believe I will be an integral part in the Apache’s
voice rose and took on an echo, “Quarana, Que hasani.” All of her clothes
turned white as well as her hair and skin. The gentle brown of her eyes
disappeared and she stared at Wovoka with blank white orbs. “You will be an
integral part of our victory for you are the prophesied one, the White Buffalo.
You will lead our people to Naanac and claim the Homeland.”
Suddenly, her eyes swirled with colors and Wovoka stepped back. In an
instant her vision was his and he saw himself standing on a field on Naanac
as a battle raged around him. Hundreds were dying. He saw himself ordering
thousands more to their graves and the grey mossy patches he saw were
replaced with the color of blood. Now he could see Celetain again. Her eyes
Celetain reached out and put her hand over his face, pulling softly.
When she removed her hand his face was covered with gold war paint. “You
are the White Buffalo. You will deal a mighty blow to the UDA and the
Wovoka's mind raced. The White Buffalo, three days. It was impossible.
Keokuk, her hand covering his face just as she had done to Wovoka. She
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pulled her slender hands away and Keokuk's face was covered in green war
paint. “You will be the White Buffalo's mind. You will temper his anger with
wisdom and you will lay many obstacles low before his path.”
She moved to Wolf Plume and drew his war face. “You will be the White
Buffalo's eyes. Traps will be shown to you and Wovoka will see that which the
Reflexively, Cavaho raised his hands to stop her from touching him. Her hand
turned and suddenly Cavaho’s arms were flung back. She grasped his face
tightly and he struggled against unseen forces holding him. “You will be the
White Buffalo's weapon, for you are the destroyer. You will spread your pain
like a plague and hundreds of thousands will die at your touch.” She
released him and the two stared at each other for a moment.
Rage played across Cavaho's face and she stared back blankly. Then
she fell. Celetain collapsed to the mossy ground and when she hit with a
thud the Naanac scenery melted and the large room was back, the symbols
Five of the six acolytes rushed to Celetain, swarming around her and
tending her. Sliver stepped forward nodding to Keokuk. He then addressed all
of them. “We must get you ready. You speak tonight.” He then walked out
Reluctantly the four followed. Wovoka had fallen behind and was
obviously processing what he had been told. He lagged behind and Sliver
was about to turn and wait for him when Keokuk stepped next to Sliver and
maintained a quick pace. “I noticed, Sliver, that you did not mention to
Wovoka that Okala’s prophesy also says that once the White Buffalo leads
Sliver looked warily behind them and saw that Wovoka was still
absorbed in his thoughts. “No, it does not say that he will banished. Perhaps
Keokuk glared. “Is that how you interpret ‘he will be sent away from
the Red Man in shame, cast out for as long as the winds blow and rivers
flow’.”
“I was told you were a Christian. How do you know the prophecies?”
am ignorant of them.”
“This is not a concern, I assure you. Celetain will explain our view on
Keokuk shook his head and became silent as Sliver led them deeper to
the center of the Brule lodge ship. The few Brule warriors that crossed their
path turned and stared at Sliver's white robes with questions on their faces.
He directed the group into a well-lit room. Plush leather couches and chairs
sat in the center surrounded by books and scrolls that lined the wall. Keokuk
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recognized the room as Celetain’s library. The books and scrolls, rare and
ancient texts from Earth, were worth millions of UDA creds. No one sat.
Wolf Plume spoke first. “What in the name of Wambli is going on?”
that tonight Wovoka will convince the Elder Council to wage war against the
Wolf Plume stroked at his beard, “‘The land where the sun, the moon
and the stars will be blocked from sight day and night and yet the sky will
sparkle like gold dust.’ Yes, I can see why she thinks Naanac is the fulfillment
of Okala’s prophecies.”
Keokuk ignored Wolf Plume's musings, “Wage war? Do you mean a full
that, we are still not fully recovered from the White Earth Massacre. Wovoka
fighting other Infiltrator packs for a decent replacement for the man he lost.
What makes Celetain think the AmerIndian Confederacy would follow Wovoka
anywhere?”
Sliver sat in a plush leather chair and motioned for the rest to do the
same. None of them did. “One question at a time. First, we are ready for war.
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For the past three years Stormseeker has been gathering all the pieces for
White Earth soon. Celetain has foreseen that plan will fail and she will not
allow it. We have grown too large to surprise the UDA with virtually any plan.
Only a fast unpredictable strike will work against them now. Celetain wishes
immediately. Her reasons for this are many. The mercenary work we have
done over the last thirteen years has made us ready for war but if we
continue down that path any longer it will corrupt us. We are ready to take
Naanac. Your next question is how Celetain believes anyone will follow
received the true vision and Celetain recognizes it for what it is. The
whatever we choose?”
answer.
“No. What she showed you is one path. It is the only path to a
Homeland for the AmerIndian Confederacy in this century. What she saw will
only occur if you each play the role that has been set before you, if you make
reality. If any of you turns away, refuses the mask given to you, the window
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will close. But how many more generations of AmerIndians will be doomed to
Cavaho turned his back to that answer. He slammed his fist against the
them what he has seen and where he will take them. We have something
that may help to that end. Wolf Plume and Cavaho, the acolytes have some
The door slid open at Sliver's gesture and an acolyte waited quietly for
them. Both Wolf Plume and Cavaho looked at Wovoka. He nodded and they
exited.
“Water please,” Wovoka said. Keokuk agreed and Sliver rose to get the
drinks.
mixture of heresy and treason. Frankly, your action will waylay the plans of
Confederacy, not Earth, the birthplace and sacred ground of the original
tribes, will upset many tribals. I can assure you, however, there is no other
way. The Confederacy needs an upheaval, a 180 degree turn from our
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current course. Only by surprising our own people can we have any chance
Wovoka and Keokuk sat in silence looking at Sliver. “Please take a few
moments, finish your drinks and then I will show you the first step of a long
journey.”
In a few minutes they were out again in the cold hallways of the Brule
lodge ship. They traveled half the length of the lodge ship, a full kilometer
and rode auto-ladders up forty decks. It struck Keokuk how similar all of the
decks were on the Brule ship. Other lodge ships were diverse with families,
occupation blocks or just jovial individuals decorating the halls with paint,
All of the lodge ships were stolen UDA colony ships and they had been
originally built with very rigid, conventional architecture. The rooms were
designed with the same eye for efficiency and uniformity used to design UDA
prisons. All the other tribes had spent time and effort turning the prison cell
structures into homes suitable for AmerIndian life. They had taken down
even quadrupled the size of many rooms in the lodge ships. On the Diegueño
lodge ship every deck had nothing but gigantic community rooms where five
families. In the Brule ship, no changes had been made to the original stark
UDA design.
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After a long hall they came into a wide-open, dimly lit mechanics bay.
There were two AmerIndian soldiers in the large room with their back to
Sliver, Wovoka and Keokuk. The three patiently waited as they observed the
interaction of the two soldiers. One AmerIndian was older appearing perhaps
forty by Earth standards and the other, a young man. Both were dressed in
“You are not a coward,” the older Brule said to the younger. “You
stayed toward the back or the fringes of a battle, not fighting to kill, but to
stay alive. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. I fringed when I first joined
the Brule. The first three battles I was in, I could not throw myself into the
fray. My commander brought me here just as I am doing with you now and he
told me what I am about to tell you. You have to decide what you are willing
to do. You have passed through the Trials and I have seen enough in you over
the last year to know that you are loyal to the AmerIndian Confederacy. You
The old Brule circled and continued, “Now are you willing to serve the
Confederacy? Seven of the eight tribes have no other purpose than to serve
the AmerIndian Confederacy. Say the word and I can have you in any lodge
ship you choose serving the AmerIndian Confederacy in any capacity you
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choose. You can live a long and fulfilling life with any of those tribes. Or you
can stay with the Brule. If you stay with us you must remember one thing.
The Brule have one purpose and one purpose only, to kill and die for the
AmerIndian Confederacy. All the Elders, except for Stormseeker, and all the
tribals but the Brule will sugar coat and dance around the truth I am saying
now. We as a people aspire to live one with the land and in order to do that
we must buy it from the White Man who has stolen it. And there is only one
price for land; the price has been the same since the Grandfathers walked
the Earth. That price is blood, in large quantities. I know that someone has to
pay that price if we as a people will ever regain the Homeland, so that is why
I am a Brule.”
The old Brule stopped and placed his hand against the glasteel in front
of him. A body tank rested in the large display case on which his hand was
placed. The body tank gleamed brilliantly in the bright lights imbedded in the
display. The suit was white except for the chest and arms, which were
Grade One Mako, 1.3 meters across at the shoulders and 2.5 meters high. It
was in perfect condition, save one flaw. The one small flaw evident on the
body tank was a hole; perfectly smooth edges and no burn marks, located
near the center of the chest. It was the mark of a concentrated laser, the
“Potlatch Weaver was an Apache but he knew what the Brule know, the
price of a Homeland, the price of the life that we want for ourselves and our
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children.” The old warrior took his hand away from the display case. “Do you
want to serve the AmerIndian Confederacy, or do you want to die for the
AmerIndian Confederacy.”
The young man looked at the armor for a long moment. “Commander,
for a long time I looked down on the non-bloods and took pride in my natural
am a true blood or not.” He placed his hand on the display where the old
The old Brule smiled. “You will, troop. You will.” He placed his hand on
the young man's shoulders. The two turned and walked out the exit at the far
before it, putting his fist over his heart as he had done the day after Potlatch
Weaver's death. Keokuk remained standing. Wovoka did not move to touch
the glass. He followed the tradition of the Apache. Wovoka remained with his
“You were right, Sliver. This did help me in putting what I am about to
didn't bring you here to be inspired by the creator's armor,” the display case
hissed and cold air spewed out into the room. “I brought you here to wear it.”
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CHAPTER 16
Jaret walked closely behind Lige as he went down the line of troops
what you have done to your XV-160.” Lige had to look up to meet the
troop's eyes.
shave two millimeters and the carrying handle off of my body tank.”
officer, that you know the operation of this body tank better than a military
engineer?”
“Yes, sir.”
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Lige pushed past the hulking body tank, walked to the back of the
hangar bay and grabbed three chocks. He walked back to where he stood.
“Show me.” Lige threw the three chocks into the air. Before the chocks were
a meter out of Lige's hand the troop was moving. His knees bent deep and
he sprung forward, the XV-160 whirred and two blasts fired forward
shattering two of the chocks high in the air. The body tank reached the top of
its leap arc. The troop tucked the body tank into a tight ball. The body tank
hit the floor heavy with the squeak and clatter of blastplast on plasteel. The
catch the last chock. He stood and handed the chock to Lige. Plastic splinters
solitary confinement, troop. I now waive your sentence because you have
followed the one true military imperative; achieve success any way
possible.”
Lige was continuing his inspection when a soldier in a navy jumper ran
Confederacy’s Steel Circle, sir. It is in the periphery. I took the initiative and
“Rictor, sir. Your AC plant. He was able to send a message when one of
the Elders broke the close on the Steel Circle. One ship was sent out and
Central.” The officer and Jaret followed Lige. The body tank troop
commander rolled out and ordered his men through the grav shield and into
The officer answered, “I have, Admiral. They are all at Central now.
Soon the three entered bustling Central. Lige walked up a short flight
of stairs. Central was located at the center of Black Mariah, like most UDA
In the center of the room, Lige stood surrounded by strategists and officers
facing him. No chair had been set out for Lige, as he preferred to stand. The
high fifteen meter outer wall was one seamless screen that showed high-
Remigius, Lige's top advisor, stood. He was a thin man with a balding
head and his uniform hung on him like cloth on a skeleton. “We have no
sightings of lodge ships in the last four days so it is a safe assumption all
thirty lodge ships are in attendance at the Steel Circle. From past data we
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know the AC uses the Steel Circle nearly as much for socializing as for
military and political planning so the lodge ships should probably be within
four hundred thousand kilometers from the closest planet. They like a view.”
Remigius continued, “We have a few choices. We can set the distance
for a firing exit at six hundred thousand kilometers away from the planet.
There are two primary options. Either they are outside the window or they
are snugged close.” Remigius glanced at the wall screen. “That leads me to
sixty-two ships are ready to fire within our window. We can bring back
sixteen more prime ships if you wish to expend the Nagaspheres to fire with
us. Of the forty-eight ships ready for firing thirty-one are in fighting condition,
fifteen have minimum to heavy damages from the Prelgas campaign. Eight of
Energy from a Kellion Cannon ship’s Nagasphere was abundant but one
credits. Intergalactic travel was not for the poor. The UDA kept tight strings
“Bring back all eight of the primes immediately.” One of the comp
operators set to work immediately sending the messages to the eight ships.
Nagasphere to send one message as to send one ship. After a ship fired its
Sending communication was the same procedure except a ship fired its
Kellion cannon while the ship was stationary and sent a communication
Remigius continued, “Assuming all 30 lodge ships are there then all
620 of their outrider ships are there as well. Should be approximately 5,100
AC fighters present. We will match that with 940 UDA prime ships and 12,000
fighters. Battle comps give these forecasts. AC lodge ships will fire nine
minutes after detection of our fleet. If our engagement is under two minutes
we should destroy 40 to 90 outrider ships only and we will lose no more than
five prime ships. The AC outrider ships will be used to hold us back. If
outrider ships and one to six lodge ships against losses of 250 to 400 UDA
prime ships. If engagement is longer than ten minutes, we will destroy eight
to twenty-six lodge ships and 140 to 180 AC outrider ships against losses of
Lige viewed the wall screens, showing the forecast in stark, hard
numbers. It was a frustrating fact for him that AC ships dealt considerably
more damage than they received in clashes with the UDA fleet. Lige viewed
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the UDA losses as acceptable as long as one of the few remaining ships was
his own.
Nagaspheres.”
“We have not been able to determine the location of a Steel Circle in
five years, sir. If we could call in Ramey and Lenel's fleets it could be enough
“Remigius, your ignorance displays for all why you are an advisor and I
against the AC. They do not surrender. I alone have killed more tribals than
all the other admirals combined because I understand them. I do not under
or overestimate them.”
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fool, you strutting peacock. I will not allow your vanity to cost us victory. As
a forward officer, I demand communication with HQ. You can not refuse me.”
medical prime ship to fire back to HQ with Remigius on board as soon as the
The ship now being arranged for him would never make it to HQ. He had
worked under Lige long enough to know how Lige handled enemies. The ship
would be sent to the farthest corner of the universe where he and its crew
would no doubt starve to death because the Nagaspheres on board would all
be spent.
The officers on the bridge knew they were looking at a dead man and
“Roger, escort Remigius out. And, oh, is there anyone else who would
Remigius, thank you. You truly were a superb strategist. I'm sure those skills
doing a walk through of the heavies. We fire as soon as the code is go.”
Lige stepped from the dais and his men whirled into the minutia of
CHAPTER 17
“Wear it?” shouted Keokuk. “You are out of your mind! Stormseeker
himself carried Potlatch Weaver's body back in that body tank. Stormseeker
installed that body tank in that display case himself thirteen years ago. No
one has touched it since the founder's death. Celetain herself said she
believes the armor is sacred. Half the tribes will believe it is an insult to the
Grandfathers, let alone the Creator. You are out of your mind!”
Sliver waited patiently for Keokuk's tirade to end before he spoke. “The
fact that he experienced the vision does not give him the right to wear the
Creator's armor. The fact that he is the White Buffalo gives him the right.”
Sliver glanced at the doorway. Two acolytes were now entering. The
huge bay door rolled shut at the wave of one acolytes' hand.
Keokuk frowned. He had never seen that door shut in all the times he
had been to the Brule lodge ship. The armor was on display for all tribals at
all times.
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“You are the White Buffalo. Celetain has seen it and she will proclaim
Keokuk reeled, “What? The Elder Shaman only proclaims the White
Buffalo after he has won many battles for the AmerIndian Confederacy, only
after every tribal and every Elder is screaming his name to be the White
Buffalo.”
Sliver nodded. “Bull Red River put his stamp of approval on both Tycho
Scalper and Wolver Fuller, but neither of them were truly the White Buffalo. If
they were, we would be standing on grass, not plasteel. Celetain has seen
that Wovoka is the White Buffalo.” Sliver stepped closer to the two of them.
Confederacy. She alone has seen the reality that will take us to our
Homeland. There are many tribals that are going to question Celetain Prax
and Wovoka. If this is going to succeed neither of you can be one of those.
such an exclusionist, divisive religion and I would prefer not to deal with you.
However, Celetain has foreseen that Wovoka will need your support. You
must accept what I am saying as truth for now.” Sliver backed away.
He looked into his brother's eyes and after a moment nodded. “My
Christianity has been one of several wedges between us since father’s death.
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‘Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness.’ I
Cybershamanism and the AmerIndian belief systems are the same as they
ever were but my doubts in you are gone, brother.” Keokuk held his arms out
them gingerly lifted the body tank out of the case and set it down on the
floor a few meters away. Wovoka looked shaken. Sliver and Keokuk helped
Shoeless Joe, one of several Apache lodge ships at the Steel Circle,
lower deck, Elder Kugan adjusted his three-button suit and spoke evenly. It
was unusual to hear the staid Elder speak. He rarely spoke on anything but
financial matters. “The Elders have given this a great deal of thought and
consideration. We have consulted those who know the concerns involved and
have weighed the various aspects of the plea. We have decided to grant the
“Please, hear me out. There are many challenges that this decision will
bring about. Clones fill crucial positions in every tribe and strong
replacements must be trained to fill the void that will be created by the
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creation of the Crow, the tribe of clones. The two lodge ships given to the
Crow will come from the Nez Perce and the Apache.”
interrupted.
“I wish for Torquan to speak.” Any Elder could grant a tribal speaking
time.
against the Elders when none was warranted. We thank the Elders for their
clone tribe because of the division I believed it would cause. I have given an
tribe. The Brule are never unarmed and yet not a single Haida holds a
weapon while on their lodge ship. The Diegueño struggle to retain all that is
yet, when it comes to our blood we are one and there are no divisions. I have
come to believe that everyone who has fought, who has worked, who has
ancestry.” Stormseeker clapped Wisdom Elder John on the back. His oak
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coloring contrasted with John’s black skin, but their smiles showed the same
joy.
The gathered tribals on all of the lodge ships surged to their feet with
were two classes of AmerIndian Confederacy citizens, true bloods (first in line
for key positions) and non-bloods (helpful and welcome partners of the true
blood). True bloods had long been defined as those who had a quarter or
African and Europeans who served the AmerIndian Confederacy. Slowly the
debate over true blood and non-blood service was breaking down to the
position that AmerIndian blood was more than heritage, it was loyalty and
discussion on the Clone tribe issue. When the closing comments had been
The Elder Shaman was silent for a moment and she turned slowly to
look at all the tribals gathered. Her hand stabbed out, stopping at a
Tsimshian. She pointed at him until he stopped looking from side to side. Her
“Who am I?”
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Morningstar Prax.”
the Apache tribe. He has experienced a true vision and I bring him forward to
show every tribal what he has seen, a clear message from the Grandfathers
Tribals on thirty lodge ships sat up. The tribals knew whatever this
visions. Dozens of tribals came to Celetain every year with reports of visions.
She turned away many, declaring their dreams and foretelling as false
served as Elder Shaman she had only brought forward two tribals to share a
vision.
The first had been a child who foretold the loss of Sweet Six, a lodge
ship that was disintegrated by the first use of the UDA Hellfire weapon. She
had forewarned the AmerIndian Confederacy that a lodge ship would be lost.
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She urged everyone to brace themselves for the impact of the occurrence.
The vision had steadied the tribals for what proved to be a devastating blow
outpost who predicted victory at Trewellyn. Trewellyn was a plane gate that
fired every hour between the colonies Freedom and Privilege. While the UDA
could not officially disallow the building of a plane gate after Rowan won an
important court battle, it did everything possible to stop the building of the
gate (because Rowan had sheltered its future profits from significant taxes).
The Brule, hired as mercs, won a brutal battle to give time for the gate to be
built. Rowan Cartel successfully rallied the Galaxy Congress to claim the gate
as a unity fixture, which meant no military actions could be taken within five
eighteen months of merc work on the project and they waived another year's
pay in exchange for the promise of one thousand Nagaspheres per year for
the next thirty years from Rowan. Rowan was still keeping that promise six
years later, although the Elders were concerned with how Wovoka’s recent
The doors at the end of the hall rolled open and Wovoka appeared. He
walked slowly and the clack of the large blasteel boots rang through the hall.
The hush allowed the sound to echo. On Heidegger, the Zuni sat speechless.
There were cries of outrage heard on Nez Perce lodge ships. A small skirmish
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broke out on the Brule lodge ship as Pack Alphas pushed back a throng of
tribals trying to get out of the meeting room and to a shuttle. It was evident
the Brule tribals planned to personally come and pull Wovoka out of the
founder's armor. None of them looked like they would take the time to open
the body tank first. Just lop the head off and pull the rest of Wovoka out in
chunks.
Wovoka stood in the middle of the Elders. All save Celetain were as
stunned as the rest of the tribals. Wovoka looked around and realized
Stormseeker was busy trying to decide which of his weapons to use take out
pack went there on our last mission. We were sent there to scout a habitable
planet that has been secretly held by Rowan Cartel for six years. I was
me, not more than five meters, I heard the sound of bone against stone. I
arachnids of Earth but it was three meters across. It had six legs, a torso a
meter wide and was covered with fur. I began to draw my weapon when I
realized that the creature was not after me, it was intent on something else.
across the rock face to a nest. It was the nest of a Creose, a Naanacian bird.
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The Creose's nest was built from a bramble of sticks and twigs in the shape
of a dome. The creature approached the nest and smacked at it with its claw.
Instead of breaking, the nest flexed. The creature clawed again and again at
the nest and each time the nest flexed with the blow. The creature became
angry and climbed up until it nearly sat on top of the nest. It reared and I
watched as it prepared to crush the nest with all of its mass. With speed and
accuracy the Creose ducked its head through a small hole in the nest. With
it's beak the Creose plucked an eye out of the creature's skull. Three of the
creatures six legs lost hold of the mountain. It fell, battering itself against the
rock face of the mountain. Several of its legs snapped off. That is what I
saw.”
The young girl she pointed to answered in a bold voice, “You are the
Elder Shaman, Guide for the AmerIndian Confederacy in all spiritual matters.
Celetain made the girl repeat the words and she looked directly at
Stormseeker (furious now). “Then interpret I will. Wovoka and Pack Jade
Dagger were sent to Naanac with a tight mission window. This was not due to
the asteroid field, the Creose represents the AmerIndian Confederacy and
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the UDA is the creature. On White Earth we struggled in vain, left blood on
fields that would never be our Homeland. Naanac is the Homeland. The
Homeland we will take and the Homeland we will keep. It is the Homeland
Homeland. I know what I say is shocking and what I propose will mean
massive change for the AmerIndian Confederacy. I speak now on the part of
the Grandfathers. Today before every tribal I declare Wovoka, White Buffalo.
Stormseeker exploded, “You can not declare this man the White
Buffalo. The prophecy states that the White Buffalo will be declared as the
gleaming armor. “You are right. Wovoka is declared the White Buffalo now
The words fell from her lips as klaxons began to wail. “Fleet detection.
minutes.”
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make it count. Eisenhower and Powell, you are to adjust by six degrees,
Remigius had been right. The Steel Circle sat just 220,000 kilometers
outside the effecting distance of the water planet. Lige longed for more time
than he was about to get but it was enough to kill at least a few lodge ships,
31449.”
The voice of Captain Telbor carried over the room from Paxton,
conflict.”
immediately.”
sidearm was out and Telbor was looking into his eyes. It had happened
quickly and Telbor looked as though he didn't believe what he was seeing.
Suddenly Telbor’s face twisted and he fumbled at his holster. When he pulled
the strap off his own sidearm the first sergeant squeezed and his gun
reported.
Telbor's face melted into the five-centimeter hole bored through his
head. His body slumped to the floor. The first sergeant turned reluctantly to
Lige said, “Thank you, First Sergeant. Execute command.” None of the
ships Lige had commanded had diverted course on the initial order. All nine
prime ships smoothly flowed into ordered coordinates now. The ships were
lined up in triangular sets, each set following ten kilometers after the other.
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CHAPTER 18
The tribals overcame their shock quickly. Tribals on every lodge ship
burst into motion exiting the gathering halls. Tribals headed toward their
Thin gaps circled the platform Wovoka was standing on. Without
hesitation, the Elders stepped forward, circling around him. Wovoka saw
Keokuk a few meters away and motioned him forward. Keokuk followed onto
the platform. John gave a command and the platform began to descend.
Wovoka looked and realized Cavaho and Wolf Plume would be left
behind. A mellow electronic bink rang out as the platform dropped through
the corresponding hole in the deck floor below. The platform wobbled slightly
as Cavaho dropped from four meters above onto the falling platform. He bent
at the knees with the impact, steadying himself between Kugan and Morgan
Weaver. He stood twenty centimeters from the edge of the platform and
Nineteen decks passed and the platform stopped. The Elders dispersed
Wovoka, Keokuk and Cavaho remained on the platform in the middle of the
bridge.
Keokuk looked around. “If you are White Buffalo you are supposed to
be commanding this.”
Keokuk rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Despite the fact that Wovoka was
in the center of the room, no one was paying any attention to him.
Keokuk looked at Wovoka. “Have them cancel that order. Belay the
fighter release. Have the Gator dump the correspondence code for all lodge
ships and go to Delta Star, delay twelve.” Keokuk finger tapped. “Your comp
dump the correspondence code for all lodge ships and go to Delta Star, delay
The bustle of activity on the bridge stopped and all eyes turned to
Wovoka.
Stormseeker was out of his chair and walking fast across the bridge
tribals, execute my orders. Now, I am going to personally pry your ass out of
dance move, ducked, pivoted and twisted. When it was done, Stormseeker
was kneeling in front of Cavaho with his arm twisted a centimeter away from
Over the comp sets the main tactical tribal’s voice was clear. “Fighters
sit tight. Gator, dump the correspondence code for all lodge ships and go to
Cavaho released the Elder Warrior and helped him to his feet.
“We are going to have to shut down life support temporarily. The guns
Wovoka smiled. “All tribals strap on one hour masks. Lodge ships go
The bridge became a flurry of activity as each pack member put into
action the procedures they had practiced a hundred times, orchestrating the
movement of a well-oiled war machine. Each knew exactly what Wovoka had
ordered and what it would mean. The tribals steeled themselves to weather
seconds. Flanking ships in position. Slow movement from all lodge ships
ships are staying close, no interference being run. Fighters are being held
in.”
are being held close to run as blockers for lodge ships. Remove all outrider
ships as targets from the firing solutions, target lodge ships only.”
It was a gamble. Lige was ordering all of his comp operators to adjust
the weapon firing comps so they would not acknowledge any outrider ship or
constantly tracked all targets in range and fed information to the ship's
servers to be ready to take fire on any target in range at any instant. Now,
following Lige's orders, all of the comp's targeting power would be put on the
lodge ships. Unless a UDA ship’s gun was manually overridden not a single
Lige's ships.
K.P.H. toward the UDA fleet. Lige understood this tactic. The slow pace
ensured the ships were moving and it would only take a bump of speed to
send them through the correspondence planes their comps were now
order to use their forward guns and not expose a flank. The lodge ships were
The Hellfire system sent raw waves of energy from three cooperating
kilometer long, was released. The Hellfire energy wave could bore a hole
through Earth's moon. It would turn a lodge ship into fine dust.
Unlike the inside of the lodge ships, which clearly identified the
painted matt black to confuse the enemy as to which lodge ship housed
which tribe. The AmerIndian Confederacy tactical tribals knew that Hellfire
could be a deadly weapon not only because of the sheer number of tribals
that could be swept away instantly, three Confederacy tribes had only one
lodge ship. A hit on the singular Brule, Haida or Zuni lodge ship could destroy
ninety percent of the tribe (only crossworkers on other lodge ships surviving).
If the majority of one tribe were wiped out it would leave the AmerIndian
Lige frowned. He had his best comp officers searching for any clue in
Admiral. But there is no confirmation on the single tribe lodge ships. New
target?”
The five Elders watched the emerging battle ground on their comp
One section of the comp set view expanded and showed three small
points of light. With finger taps the tactical tribal increased the magnification
“Hellfire formation. Three groups all focused on the convoy at ten klick
Keokuk stepped close to Wovoka. “Order all the single tribe lodge ships
into single file line. Heidegger, Cold Pyre and Talisman. Put them all in one
line facing the UDA ships. Have the deflector ships tighten their arc and
prepare to send back the beam straight as an arrow right down all three
Hellfire sets. The trajectory is where the three sets of UDA Hellfire ships line
up.”
to their deaths. He also knew from his service as an Infiltrator that hesitation
could be more deadly in combat than a critical mistake. Wovoka shouted the
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order. He was amazed. No one questioned and the lodge ships began to line
up immediately. The five deflector ship set could now be seen in position.
ship group.” The link was made in seconds. “Lightbringer, the UDA Hellfire
ship sets are lined up like dominoes. Can you send the Hellfire beam straight
Lightbringer, the deflector ship captain replied, “Tighter I get the grid
the more control I have on where the beam is sent back. Keeping my pack
safe I say I have a fifty/fifty chance of sending the Hellfire beam right back
There had been a distinct delay but Wovoka noticed the title had been
him to send the beam back down the pipe without fail.”
“Admiral Lige, By size and sensor data most likely all three of those
ships are single tribe targets. It's Haida, Brule and Zuni. Current Brule target
is locked.”
“Pull all Hellfire sets around to resolve for the single line target.”
The UDA situation officer hesitated, “The trajectory of the three Hellfire
sets gives the deflector ship a definite line. Possibility of a direct aim back is
sixty-two percent.”
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“Thank you comp officer. Pull all Hellfire sets around to resolve for the
The UDA situation officer gave the order. “Single line firing solution at
120 seconds.”
Wovoka stood quiet. It was all in the hands of the deflector ships now.
“White Buffalo, those Hellfire sets can break away at any second. Can
Wovoka watched as the crackle of energy arced from each Hellfire ship
toward the collector magnifier. “Ignition, hold line,” Wovoka shouted. “Hold
line.”
The deflector ships adjusted and the cable between the ships pulled
taught. A huge reflective sheet of molecule thin gold exploded taut between
the ships.
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The Hellfire collector from the first Hellfire ship set popped, a streak of
blue fire blasted forward growing to its eight-kilometer diameter. The blast
hit the sheet square. For an instant it appeared the blast was still, until it
folded on itself and shot back from the sheet. Like an arrow splitting another
arrow, the beam ate all nine Hellfire ships. The sheet of gold blazed on both
sides and all five deflector ships were caught in the terrible heat. The ships
tribal’s words.
Wovoka gaped. One of Lige's fleet ships was firing into Lige’s command
heavy lasers blasted into the command ship, hitting it dead center. The
attacking UDA ship was boring a hole to the Lige’s bridge at the center.
Wovoka barked again, “It isn't a fire works display, tribals. Launch a
battery of trackers.”
Black Mariah's bridge rocked with the force of the Magog heavy lasers.
Havoc reigned. Four UDA officers simultaneously sent messages over the
The fate of his fleet rested in his ability to react rationally. The AmerIndian
Confederacy had dealt him a knockout blow. This battle was over. Mutiny was
blooming and his only hope was to pick up the pieces and rally.
Lige patched himself into every ship's main communications link. “Gold
fleet, this is Admiral Lige. I am now declaring emergency procedure Beta Chi.
accept the captain's firearm. All ships are ordered to strip all comp
Ships are commanded not to fire on Hoover. Hoover, I advise you stop firing
now and start running. You are going to need every centimeter of distance
you can put between you and me. I promise I will see every man on Hoover
back to their stations but tribals were standing on chairs, spinning, dancing
pleased, guilty smile. “The Steel Circle has to be moved and I can not think
of a destination. The second those UDA ships fire their Kellion Cannons and
jump the battle is done and the Elders are calling the shots again.”
Wovoka looked around. All across the bridge tribals were celebrating. In
front of Elder Kugan's podium three tribals were lined up. A pretty tribal
aimed her finger at them and the three fell down like dominoes. Even Morgan
order the same way he did when his three Infiltrators were following him
through the obstacle course on Deck 176. “On line.” The blood had already
started to flow and it could be a long hard time before it stopped. “Calculate
the renegade UDA prime ship. Mission is recruitment of the men who
attacked Lige.”
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Packs hustled to get back to their seats and work resumed. The next
few minutes were spent in unnecessary attempts to tweak the lodge ships
defenses in case the UDA ships turned. They did not. Twenty seconds before
the UDA prime ships fired their correspondence planes the trackers carved
The second the UDA ships winked out of view Stormseeker was out of
his chair and heading back to Wovoka. “Battle's over, boy, and that means
you are back to being nothing more than a soldier. And that's why I can
Stormseeker embraced Wovoka. “Now that was a ‘to the bottom of the mag
has to meet. I want you and your pack out of sight during that time.”
Stormseeker turned from Wovoka and caught sight of Cavaho. “You like
Cavaho cocked his head and pointed right at his chin. Stormseeker's
fist rocketed out and Cavaho sprawled across the floor. He rose with blood
spilling out of his mouth. No smile, no expression. He cocked his chin in the
other direction and pointed again. Stormseeker shook his head and clapped
“This way.” Sliver led them out opposite the exit used by the Elders. The
crash doors rolled open and a throng of tribals poured in from the hall. Sliver
wasted no time and directed Keokuk, Wovoka and Cavaho back through
Keokuk marveled. He hadn't seen tribals react like this since the
Carina Local Cluster. In a few moments Sliver led the three into a large
Diegueño. Beautiful, large couches formed a square near the center of the
room. The room was designed to look like an eighteenth century log cabin.
Keokuk wanted to flop onto the plush leather couch but he nixed the
urge and helped Cavaho get Wovoka out of the Founder's armor. The armor
cracked open like a shell and Wovoka stepped out. He shook his limbs to get
rid of the rigid tension in his shoulders and thighs. Wovoka fell back onto the
couch and put his hands over his eyes. Keokuk looked over at Cavaho who
had the body tank at the far end of the couch. Cavaho rubbed his jaw in
obvious pain and Keokuk found a new level of respect for Stormseeker. Sliver
brought each of them a large tumbler of sparkling water. Keokuk drank and
CHAPTER 19
With speed and precision Jaret lunged, sliced and parried. Jaret beat
the man steadily back until his back was against the wall and he could
retreat no farther. His opponent threw down his sword and the bamboo
Jaret pulled off his Kendo mask. His opponent did the same. The soldier
was a well-built Caucasian and looked similar to Jaret, same haircut, same
gait. Teddy Dewayne hailed from the Kentucky Dewaynes, still the most
respected family in horse racing. The purebreds they raised were highly
prized and sought after on the colonies and outposts the UDA elite favored.
Teddy, a blue blood whose family sent him into military service to
officer. Jaret, the son of a horse groomer employed by the Dewaynes, had
enlisted with Teddy and risen into the officers program by merit. Jaret
outshone Teddy in every way, even as Teddy's parents eased the path for
their son from thousands of galaxies away on Earth. Teddy was a miserable
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failure as an officer. Jaret, on the other hand, was Lige's personal assistant
attempts on Lige that he had personally foiled. His career opportunities were
limitless and yet Lige was already exerting subtle pressure for Jaret to stay
with him when his current tour of duty was done. Soft pressure, as Lige
Despite the differences between the two young men's military paths
they were as close friends now as when they had spent summers riding
horses around Churchill Downs. Jaret peeled himself out of the heavy
awkward Kendo uniform while Teddy did the same. UDA troopers came in to
take the Kendo suits away for cleaning and the two changed.
“Word is the fleet is heading toward Chester Outpost Delta Six.” Teddy
stated. “You know what that means… Something on your mind, hoss?”
Jaret looked up. “No, no. Just, uh, getting anxious about yearly recap. I
Teddy shook his head vigorously. “What's it matter. You're the golden
boy, any way it goes, hoss. Make a fortune in the private sector as a
bodyguard or maybe see if they were serious about those offers out of Little
Hollywood.”
confused. This frustrated him, considering this would probably be his only
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down time this week. “I'll catch you at Torrie's tonight.” Jaret headed out into
The young officer told himself he was wandering, but soon admitted he
was simply taking the long route to the brig. Black Mariah held the brig for all
of Lige's fleet.
Jaret walked into the guard station at the brig. His off-duty jumpsuit
The words were barely out of Jaret's mouth before the soldier behind
the brig commander stood. Jaret handed him his gauntlet comp and all codes
where downloaded into it when it was handed back. Jaret walked down the
hall past dozens of tubes. The tubes were capable of supporting a person in
various states depending on the person's sentence. The tubes could support
rate of one day for every one day that passed). That rate could be slowed to
as much as ten to one. Most prisoners on UDA ships were kept in these sleep
chambers, aging at a rate of one day for every ten that passed.
prisoners the UDA wished to observe. Jaret stopped in front of one of the
cells and waved his gauntlet comp in front of the door. “Voice authorization,
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Jaret Tucker. Authorization Delta 764909. Lock all recorded material and allow
standard in UDA brigs, the video and audio recording of the cell could not be
turned off or altered without high access. The cell door rolled back.
The interior of the cell was simple, a three-meter square room with a
ledge where a prisoner could sit or sleep. The floor provided a low blue
illumination. The room contained no objects other than its inhabitants and a
minimal toilet. The grid on the exterior of the cell showed the exact position
of the prisoner within the cell. Jaret entered the cell and the door closed.
Alexa Sullivan sat neatly in front of him. She was thin, thinner than
Jaret liked. Her nose was sharp and her lips were as thin as the rest of her.
She met his gaze and remained silent. Jaret stood, not knowing what to say.
There was no good reason for him to be here. He waited for another moment
to see if she would say something. He could react then. Reacting was his
strength, waiting for an opponent to move and then violating that change by
“I need to know how long you were with the AmerIndian Confederacy.”
A question played across Alexa's face and she said plainly, “No, you
don't.”
Jaret's heart raced. She was right. He already knew the answer to the
question, and she knew that. He was here for no other reason than to be
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close to her. She was beautiful. He tried not to focus on that while he
Alexa stood and walked one step toward him. “What are you here for?”
Jaret could not help but notice the lines of her figure. Her legs were
long, her torso sleek. It was obvious that he had failed miserably in trying to
She took a few steps around him. Her disapproval was apparent and it
surprised him. He was not used to any woman frowning at him and the fact
that she was his prisoner didn't make him any more comfortable with it.
“I do have questions and you will answer them. Why did you join the
AmerIndian Confederacy?”
She did not back away. “I've already answered that question for your
master.”
“You joined to anger your father? I know a lie when I hear one.”
“I'll answer your questions and you will answer mine,” Alexa said with
confidence.
“What makes you think you can demand anything of me? I can have
“You could, but you won't. You could have drugged me for any answers
you needed. Like you said, you are here to see me.” She sat. “My father
groundskeeper there. I fell in love with him after only two weeks. But he
shunned me and would not return my advances. Over a few more weeks we
got to the point where we talked for at least an hour every day.
the AmerIndian Confederacy, for myself, so I could see people who valued
life and harmony. I almost never saw my father or mother. I wasn't very
after I joined then I wouldn't know if I were staying for him or the AmerIndian
They are a family community. They work together and live with the fact that
one person's actions, decisions, and feelings affect the whole community.
One month into life with the AmerIndian Confederacy and I felt at home. I
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have never felt such love from so many people. It did not make me miss
Alexa stopped and turned away, tears streaming down her face. Jaret
said, “They are killers. They have made war a business. Their share-and-
Alexa shook her head, “They aren't getting rich. They are preparing to
take back the one thing they have been denied for seven hundred years, a
Homeland. This time of merc work won't go on for more than another
decade.”
him. “Oh, nothing to say. No words in defense of the monster. You are silent
Jaret did not look away but it was some time before he spoke. “Lige is a
necessary evil. Only men like him keep the wheels turning. The balance
between the Capitalists and the Universalists and the Anarchists is tenuous.
critical points. Lige can do that. Level the field whenever it is needed. His
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methods are ugly, but he gets things done. You have to understand that even
the wrong action is better in most cases than inaction. Lige has taken many
lives in battle but his work has saved more lives. He alone averted an
“The reason that civil war nearly occurred was because the UDA is
The question hit Jaret like a blow; it framed exactly how deep he was.
“Yes.”
“Lige is a demon. He serves no one but himself and you should know
him I serve a higher purpose. And while the ride is hard with him, it is always
Alexa shook her head. “Sad part is there is no chance that anyone I
Jaret pulled something out of his pocket. He handed her a candy bar.
She laughed and Jaret's broad smile came despite his efforts to remain aloof.
Alexa turned. It was clear to Jaret that Alexa had just told him to leave.
He wondered why he did it when it was the last thing he wanted to do.
Elder. “Stormseeker is right. You blind-sided all of us. You could have
The Elders were gathered in the ship's council meeting room. Celetain
sat in a large mahogany chair. A table made of the same mahogany sat in
front of them. Stars could be seen out of the glasteel hull sections. “We just
have seen this in dreams and Sliver’s abyssal calculations confirm it. Naanac
taking Naanac than White Earth. In fact, I don't think we'll have to fight the
Rowan Cartel or the UDA at all for the planet. They'll give it to us for a few
creds and a corn dog. The entire planet is covered with swamps. That’s what
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the United States of America gave us in the nineteenth century, and now we
Celetain rallied, “There you are wrong. Naanac is like no other world. It
is a treasure trove. We just have to know where and how to find its treasures.
Kugan stood. “We have been preparing for eight years to take White
Earth. You think one hour of prep gives us enough time to equal the progress
“You can spend one hundred years preparing to take ‘the true
Homeland’ and you still won't be successful. It doesn't matter how prepared
you are, how many lodge ships you have or how well our soldiers are trained.
The Grandfathers are telling us that one path leads to ruin and one path
dramatic. Let's stop for a minute. We are pressed for time so lets focus on
the facts before us. If we commit to an invasion of Naanac then we show our
hand. All the work we have done to take White Earth in '94 could be lost.
Earth invasion?”
Stormseeker took a long draft from his mug. “Our soldiers perform
currently two to three times more efficiently than UDA forces. Support on
UDA colonies is five times greater than at the time of the White Earth
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Massacre. The lodge ships are performing at between eighty-five and ninety-
five percent of their potential and there can be no question that we have
This last point had been a major advantage for the AmerIndian
Confederacy over the last decade. UDA tech officers were trained in
Stormseeker massaged his fist before continuing, “But there was never
a question that taking White Earth would be an uphill battle. I don't think any
of the tribes will be willing to wage the war that will be necessary to take
White Earth.”
point of contention among the councils and the tribes. Stormseeker believed
attacks on major public centers, grav-rail stations, movie theaters and sports
wanted to continue to pepper these deaths over dozens of outpost, all of the
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colonies and Earth, causing a fear in the UDA public that their government
Celetain had been furious when she found out Stormseeker had
created scenarios for White Earth that had been modeled after John
had won Ireland back from the British. But it was considered by most
historians to be one of the cruelest wars ever waged. O'Conner had led an
King had urged Parliament to release all holds on Ireland. Ireland viewed
O'Conner as a national hero. The rest of the world saw the IRA leader as a
terrorist.
Celetain was quick. “I guarantee that any simulation run will triple
those chances with a quarter of the losses for an attempt to take Naanac
Celetain did not look at Weaver. No love was lost between the two.
None of the Elders respected Weaver. He was simply a leverage piece, a slice
John spoke evenly. “We have an hour to commit to this idea and
mobilize the fleet. We all know that Lige is bound to be back to this location
nonsense. No planning has been done. And moving all the necessary
equipment would mean unnecessary death for our men. I will not allow that.”
Celetain. “Planning has been done. All the material necessary to construct a
chunnel through the Free Mantle is aboard lodge ships Steam Horse and Six
Gun.”
consulting me. How can you possibly defend yourself against the charge of
holding secrets? How can you say you have fulfilled your duties in an open
For the first time Celetain did not feel as confident as she appeared. “I
am sorry, Stormseeker. I have not been open or honest. I have known about
Naanac for nearly a year. I truly felt the course I was taking was the best for
the AmerIndian Confederacy. I have served with you long enough to know
offering you that, Stormseeker. I have not made war plans. I have made
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construction plans.” She smiled at him. “And how much planning do you
have to have, old man, to defeat Rowan’s small garrison. We stand on the
precipice of time. A moment we will seize, an action that will stun the worlds
in any galaxy.”
“It’s not the Rowan’s small garrison I am worried about. It is the fleets
of UDA ships that will arrive after we take the planet that concern me”, said
for the past few years, since White Earth, at least. I think we will set major
goals back by decades or more for the tribes. It worries me there will be no
simulations. It means we will have to act like human beings, assess the
situation with the limited data we have and make up our minds. Let's set it to
decision. We'll break and come back in fifteen minutes ready to vote. Does
anyone object?”
All the Elders shook their heads and rose from the table. Celetain and
John exited and headed for their places of contemplation. They were gone
too soon to see Weaver gathering Kugan and Stormseeker farther down the
hall.
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escape from the situation. The moment his ships passed through the
armory and all troops confined to quarters with orders for body tank troops
to kill any soldier out of quarters on sight. The navcomps had been set to
Lige sat in Black Mariah's war room with his back to his four advisors.
Grant continued, “No question we took it in the teeth but we can still wipe
the blood away and give a good smile. We just have to spin this right. I
suggest you state that you only set up one Hellfire set, one ship was caught
in the back blast of the Hellfire and it sent a Nagasphere critical, taking out
the other eight ships. We dig up everything we can about the Captain of the
mutiny ship and say he simply cracked under the pressure, which is actually
true. I already have the video crews slicing up footage from the Prelgas
campaign. We just lay in the star setting from the Steel Circle location.”
Smith asked, “What happens when either the AC or the mutiny ship
Earth?”
Grant shook his head, “UDA censors won't allow something that
damaging to air without speaking to Admiral Lige first. We have too many
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friends there. If it is delayed long enough for us to get some agents in we can
either insert something to make the feed agreeable or take control of the
feed in some other way. But I hold to what I said. We don't communicate at
distance from Earth, only in person. It gives way too much control to the
media. If we say nothing the news producers can't put a slant on it. If we give
them a three word statement it will be bent six ways to Sunday and spack us
regardless.”
Grant sat back. Before becoming Lige's media wizard he had handled
recognized the future when he saw it. Grant knew the UDA media world
inside and out and routinely spun crisis into gold. Lige did not dwell on the
Next to Grant was Aykers. The lean, balding man was Lige's head of
politicians, celebrities and power players in the UDA over the past two
decades. His strength lied not in his ability to blackmail but in his ability to
give poisoned gifts. He gave information to his targets that they could use
against their enemies. But the end result always favored Aykers. Often
professional killers and was able to arrange assassinations that served the
specific purpose of his clients. Lige knew Lincoln really didn't belong in the
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Lincoln had a wicked intelligence and a clarity that Lige admired. He could be
Lige swiveled his chair and nodded, “That's acceptable, Grant. Start
working now on ways to discredit or get the real feeds off the air. I'm not as
confident as you that the feeds will not make it on air. We do have good
friends among the censors and the top news producers, but my distance
from Earth seems to fool them into thinking ‘out of sight, out of mind’.
Lincoln, I want you to send out some of your hunters to find the mutiny ship.”
Lincoln lifted the glass of water in front of him and took a slow drink
before replying, “As soon as they have found it I will forward the location to
Lincoln nodded.
Jaret blew a breath out. “Were you willing to sacrifice hundreds or even
That's the question the soldiers are asking themselves. You were out there on
this one. I suspect I know what you where thinking. We had all of the single
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lodge ship tribes in one spot, if you could take them all it would cripple the
AC. The men sensed they were going to be the fodder. Unfortunately, we do
not have the type of fanatics the AC does. Most of our men are here to do
three years and then enjoy life in the private sector. They are not the self-
sacrificing types.”
Lige smiled a bit to let Jaret know he had not overstepped his bounds.
“I would tell the troops you were in error. You got over zealous with the
prize so close in sight. You will use them as a weapon and not a blood
Aykers and Grant burst out laughing. Such a blunt statement of truth
with no trap being laid was an alien, repulsive concept to the two of them.
Grant spoke. “OK, honestly, we need to put some agents out to plan
another mutiny. Then see which troops respond and dragnet them.”
CHAPTER 20
Elder John asked the question that had been rattling in his head since
he saw Wovoka in the founder’s armor. “Celetain, what makes you sure this
Celetain padded her answer. “Honestly, it matters not what any of you
declare the White Buffalo. I can tell you that I believe the vision was given to
him because he is the one to lead us. I heard the Grandfather's voice when I
appointed him.”
Weaver grimaced. “You are within your rights to appoint the White
Buffalo, but surely you realize that this man can be nothing more than a
figure head. We will have to guide him in his decisions. He has no experience
game here, Weaver. Celetain, I detest the way you are going about this. Too
your guidance and frankly I believe Wovoka is the White Buffalo. I have dealt
warrior. He works harder, smarter and faster than any of his men but
demands they meet his example. I will give him my full support.”
Wovoka is the White Buffalo and we will all be bound by his decisions. We will
become this man's advisors. We need to be helpful and not allow a power
struggle to ensue.”
Wolf Plume stood and came to sit next to Wovoka. “It's a lot to take in,
I know. Celetain has said the Grandfathers are moving us forward. You are
Wovoka shook his head. “I was just thinking of Slow Turtle. Remember
how he would spend all his wampum on us at The Cave. Steak, ale…”
Wovoka laughed. “He spared no expense. But then if our next mission didn't
him more than he spent on us in the first place.” Wovoka slumped forward
and tears rolled down his face. The droplets splashed on the hard wood floor.
“Every tribal on those deflector ships meant the same to someone as Slow
Wolf Plume kept his hand on Wovoka's shoulder until his sobbing
stopped. “Wovoka, Slow Turtle didn't die for you, he died for the AmerIndian
Confederacy and for our Homeland. You would have done the same, given
deflector ships gave their lives so that we could feel solid ground under our
feet, for a home where we can live in harmony with nature. Wovoka, I can
feel the power of what is surrounding you. We have never been this close to
the fulfillment of the old prophecies and I believe what the Grandfathers are
telling Celetain. You will lead the people to the Homeland. Do not cry for Slow
Turtle. Remember him as a hero and do not waste the blood he shed toward
our Homeland.”
Wovoka looked up and Wolf Plume smiled at him and hugged him tight.
Keokuk came back into the room. “I'm sorry, Wolf Plume. I need a
Wovoka turned to Keokuk. “I always told you playing those space fleet
spent playing fleet simulations on his comp set, hours spent alone in some
dark corner of the Tsimshian lodge ship. In their teen years, Wovoka had
urged Keokuk to get a grav board and join him Cavaho and Slow Turtle at the
races. The fleet simulations had been an outgrowth of his love for comps and
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while he was now one of the top five programmers in the AmerIndian
Confederacy, he had paid a price. He weighed over 120 kilograms at just two
meters and in the AmerIndian Confederacy that was rare. Most of the other
programmers had been able to balance their inactive work life with the
In a small way, Keokuk was a victim of his own success. The Tsimshian
chief had waived the exercises for him as Keokuk finished important project
after important project. He was excused from so many exercise sessions that
it became too difficult for him to keep up with the classes when he did
Keokuk shrugged. “I've dealt with projects from every Elder. Beating
time.”
Sliver entered the room abruptly. “The Elders request your presence,
Wovoka.”
Keokuk nodded to his brother as he left and thought about how much
progress they had made to resolve their differences in such a short time.
There was still the broken promise Keokuk had made to his father on his
deathbed. There was still the fact that Keokuk patently rejected the Native
together toward a common goal was patching the wounds the two brothers
had carried since Stone Rains’ death. Perhaps there was hope for a true
had left Wolf Plume and Cavaho behind so he could speak with the Elders
alone. For the first time he realized Pack Jade Dagger, his sole pursuit for the
Room. It was one of several massive nature rooms the Diegueño kept. The
room spanned twenty decks, seventy meters in height and three hundred
the room looked like a lush forest. A mammoth Grizzly walked toward
Wovoka. It stood on its hind legs and roared, the sound shaking even the
John appeared suddenly between the bear and Wovoka. “Elle, you ate
not more than an hour ago. Please don't be rude.” The gargantuan bear
fell to all four and loped to John. John ran his hand over the bear's furry
forehead and the bear gave a low growl. “Now off with you, we will play
later.” The bear turned and walked back to the trees. “Thank you for
He knew John spent many hours on the Diegueño lodge ships. The
Wovoka considered what he knew of the other Elders. John led him through a
beautiful lightly trod path that ended in a small clearing. The clearing was
covered with soft thick brilliant green grass. The other four Elders sat on
rough-hewn stone benches and turned to face Wovoka and John. John sat and
since there was no other bench Wovoka stood. Wovoka wore only his combat
boots, black fatigue pants and a plain black shirt. He felt suddenly out of
place, unimportant. He was a tribal. He did not belong here with these
chunnel large enough for Zeta class shuttles to get through to Naanac’s
surface. Using Apache construction packs we will erect the chunnel in twelve
the invasion of Naanac. If we can get the chunnel up quickly we can get two
hours. We are going to be extremely vulnerable to attack over the next two
responsibility to lead the tribals to war. You will provide strength and courage
and you will go where you need armies to follow. You will lead the tribals
Kugan spoke gently, “It is important, Wovoka, that you understand that
the tribes will also not be unanimous on this course of action. Do whatever
the tribals were not convinced that Naanac was the Homeland, that Wovoka
was the White Buffalo, there would be discord. Everyday was a struggle for
safe from over millions in the UDA military structure. The Elders were
practiced at this task and things ran smoothly when the tribes worked in
harmony. Discord put every tribal in danger. Wovoka fell in line with the
Elders as they headed out to give word to the tribes. He prayed Wambli
CHAPTER 21
Derek grabbed his comp and pulled on his tattered Oh’Rioz jacket. It
was tight, ragged and covered him with little more than shame. He got on his
knees, put his back to the floor and reached high and far under his bed. He
felt for plastic and pulled a portable comp out from the tear in the underside
of the mattress. He clipped it to the inside of his jacket. He left his room and
His mother was in her usual spot, the center of the view room. She did
not see him. He looked at her now. Despite her youth she looked tired and
worn. The view room was showing a special on the new mansions being built
for this year's UDA intergalactic lottery winners. Mother was intent on the
special, “oohing” and “ahhing” every now and then. The wall screens showed
her walking through the house with a Reis clone companion close at her side.
two half-brothers. His father, George Harold Henderson, left his mother five
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years ago, not for another woman, but for two. George had landed himself
Every month mother got a total of 250 UDA creds each for Derek and
Karen. His mother collected 350 creds each for his two half brothers. His half-
brothers were each allotted one hundred extra creds because they were born
out of wedlock (the UDA Outpost Psyche Department had determined such
children needed additional care). Another 800 creds were allotted to his
mother because she was diagnosed as bipolar, bringing the monthly total to
frames for beta class UDA prime ships were assembled. The outpost had a
relatively low tax bracket (forty percent) and the two thousand creds was
only cut to twelve hundred. The rent for their spacious three-room apartment
came to eleven hundred creds every month taking the sum down to 100
creds. Food enough for the five of them cost 600 creds - that was why his
Since the 2080's UDA citizens had been able to sell their votes to the
highest bidder and the megacorps were more than willing to buy. Derek's
mother had signed a three-year agreement with Sledge for twelve thousand
credits a year. (She was looking forward to the end of that period so she
could sell her lifetime voting rights to Rowan Cartel for one hundred and fifty
thousand creds.) The extra 1,000 creds every month should have been
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enough to pay for everything the family could need and a few luxuries to
Xanic was the number one drug used on all the colonies and outposts
in the UDA. Now in use by UDA citizens for forty years, Xanic doubled the life
expectancy of anyone who took it. One pill a day (starting at puberty) and a
person could live two hundred years, instead of the expected one hundred.
Megacorp Holstice, who produced Xanic, did not advertise that due to lack of
exercise the average UDA citizen’s actual life expectancy was only 55. Xanic
only took them out to 110 or 120. Xanic was produced as a mild barbiturate,
which made the drug addictive and increased user lethargy. Xanic’s cost of
750 creds a month for a single user was steep. Derek's mother bought Xanic
for herself and Derek. Fifteen hundred creds gone. Which meant the family
the UDA to play the Intergalactic lottery. The family accrued debt to the UDA
at a rate of eighteen thousand creds annually. The UDA knew the family had
no way to pay the loans back. The debt was extended so that the family
could never own land or ever send their children to a physical school or
based on English and Tamil. Anyone who spoke it could never circle into an
Derek's often wondered why his mother gave five hundred creds a
Derek had pleaded a hundred times, zero? Each year the UDA Intergalactic
Lottery Bureau released the average lottery expenditure for a UDA citizen. It
sure she was at least twenty-five percent over that mark and she still
groaned over whether she was buying enough. The prizes were tempting,
including raw creds, parts in movies, dates with celebrities, boats, cars,
starships and the ultimate prize - one to twenty years of Earth residency.
colony and outpost residents. The UDA Intergalactic Lottery Bureau ensured
every neighborhood had at least one winner of the minor prizes, a new car or
a sizable cred amount. The UDA contended the intergalactic lottery was a
healthy element for society, giving some way for the billions of low income,
icon literate people to pay into the economy. Derek was sure the lottery and
one in the apartment was looking or listening to anything other than the wall
screens. He closed the apartment door behind him and walked down the
dark dirty hall. The names and status of every family unit shined on the
display at each door. He came to the end of the hall and looked down out of
the glasteel window. Vertical and horizontal sprawl loomed above and below.
He lived 425 levels above the south edge and 218 levels below the north
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edge of the outpost where starships came and went. He watched as autograv
taxis shuttled workers to their stations. It was mid-day and the streets were
not busy. There were few workers on this outpost. Less than five percent of
the outpost's population held a job. Most of the shipyard was automated. Few
workers were required to run the yards and some of that small number was
shuffled forward and Derek could make out the ragged lining of the man's
coat. He was obviously homeless. There were few homeless on Derek's level.
Anyone could apply for UDA government assistance and get a rat hole
apartment with enough food to live indefinitely. But like most homeless,
sation discs or designer drugs had taken this man over the edge. He could no
Derek did not hesitate. He pulled the bag from his back and tossed it to
the homeless man. The man moved forward and Derek caught sight of
twenty centimeters of plasteel as light hit the blade. The man scrambled
Derek spoke up and taking a guess said, “Lucy Love's latest from
Earth.”
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The man began to shake. Derek was right. The vagrant was a sation
addict. Derek didn’t need to see the port at the man's temple to know he
was equipped to experience the full sensation disks that now dominated fifty
the new life parasite of the twenty second century. The man tore at the
Derek stood still. The man rooted with his right hand and pulled the
bag to his face. A brilliant arc of light crackled out of the backpack sending
thousands of volts whipping through the man's system. He and the bag
dropped to the ground. Derek picked up the bag with his hands on the
outside of the nylon and reactivated the stinger coil inside. He looked down
mother, brothers and sister would be able to avoid sation addiction. There
The vagrant addict faced one of two futures. If he beat the seven to
one odds and was able to make it into a rehab he would have a ten percent
dead within two years, a conservative estimate. Derek knew from the news
feeds he heard that sation addiction was one of the few sociological patterns
Derek made it to the point where he could pass from his outpost level
to the one below. He stood still silhouetted in the streetlights for a moment
and listened. A whistle echoed up from below and he peered over the edge
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of the five meters of steel. Derek dodged back quickly as Choi swung up and
over the edge and landed like a cat before him. Choi was a thin, handsome
Chinese youth. Derek had met him a year and a half ago and now the two
were closer than brothers. Choi traveled the rest of the way with Derek to the
gathering place, the two together avoiding the dangers of the outpost.
Choi and Derek finally made their last few steps to their destination, an
abandoned gymnasium where forty youths were gathered. They were not a
large company logos emblazoned on them like Derek’s jacket. Plothing was
free to anyone who asked and was a sign that the wearer was poor. Some
wore biker leathers like Choi. Others wore the rare materials of cotton or
denim. These clothes denoted status of the highest levels in the outpost.
At the center of the room a young man stood apart from the rest. He
wore simple clothes; jeans, a white cotton T-shirt and a coat that bore no
logos. As soon as he glimpsed Choi and Derek, he silenced the group around
him and headed straight toward the two. He spread his long arms and
hugged Choi tightly. Choi returned the gesture in earnest. Then the young
man hugged Derek. Derek tried with difficulty not to bristle at the embrace.
He could not remember the last time he had hugged any of his family,
including his mother. An embrace was the only way Lucas greeted any of the
members of his group. It was a part of who he was and Derek believed it had
something to do with why Derek felt closer to Lucas than anyone in his
family.
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“Our paladin is here at last,” Lucas yelled to the group behind him.
Derek followed Lucas back to the fire and made his way through a
dozen youths. He sat down on the only crate left that faced the fire in the
center of the room. Eleven other crates, with a youth sitting on top of each,
fanned out in a circle. The rest of the group sat behind the crates, crowding
around Lucas.
joke. “There's clean, cold water and grubs against the far wall. Help
yourselves, you don't have to ask but don't forget that only fraggers take the
first, last or most. Before we get to what we all came here for, does anyone
The numbers rolled out and Derek called out “Twenty.” Only the newbies did
Choi keyed the numbers into his comp set. “That’s 476,” he called to
bearings on this board.” He held up a battered Wolf Ten grav board. “I can
Ollie, acid drop ten meters and rail slide three segments of the Korgan
can get it. Askin’ for 270 creds.” The boy slapped his grav board down and
hopped on, twirling in a tight circle. The others whooped and laughed.
One of the boys stood. “I can say he's been crackin' his bones and
while his vertical still miniscule, I know he'll work hard with the equipment if
we give it to him.”
past and it's important that all of us are able to move around the outpost
quickly, but I have to deny this request. Jake is going off planet in just
another two months. You can have his equipment then. Keep working. By the
lodge ship. He is doing well and thanks all of us for our help in getting him off
of New Angelos.”
minimum, Malcolm. That's a big chunk of change. How would this help the
group?”
Malcolm shifted a bit. “I think I could learn to break and make standard
code in just a few months. I could book us space to meet up in the upper
Lucas paced, “You are one of the best reading guides we have. If we
buy you a personal comp will you neglect your duties as a reading guide?”
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The money talks continued with another youth getting one hundred
creds to buy extra food for his brothers and sisters for the month because his
“But enough talk of business. Let's get to what we all came for.”
Lucas's steps became lighter and a glorious smile spread across his lips.
“When we last left off, Quell's Band was deep in the Great North. Quell had
lost a finger to the cold.” Lucas pointed at one of the youths. The boy
sneered back at Lucas and the audience laughed. “But Quell had driven his
rag-tag band of heroes farther, for he knew each step brought them closer to
the seventh and last section of the Staff of Cronos. The staff that could pierce
the hardened skin of the Drakolos, the creature that even now held all the
villages between the Hearth Mountains and the Life River captive.”
Lucas raised his arms like Dragon's wings and suddenly the brilliant
young man became what every youth here had come to see - the
tundra. Ice and snow stretch in every direction but one. Before you gapes the
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opening to the Black Ice Caverns. Consult your character sheets. What
weapons, armor, spells will you ready? What will remain in your pack?”
The twelve youths on the crates consulted their character sheets. The
youths behind them huddled around the players eagerly discussing strategy,
tactics, and what magic weapon could get the players the most experience
points. Each player read carefully all the items on their character sheet. That
they could read was what allowed them to be players and not spectators.
Lucas opened the game to anyone who could read at a sixth grade level.
Only the twelve boys who sat in front of him could do that. The others were
studying hard to win a spot on one of the crates. With twelve players it would
not be long before the group would need a second gamemaster or even a
third.
Derek had taken Lucas' lessons to heart. The UDA and the megacorps
calculated to keep its citizens and its customers weak and hopeless. Derek
could see it all around him. His brothers and sisters didn't play, they barely
paid attention to the two hours of educational wall screen viewing they were
required to complete each day. He knew Lucas was right, if he didn't fight to
stay mentally sharp and physically strong he would never leave this outpost.
Lucas also talked about a group of nearly four hundred thousand people
traveling the stars, fighting the UDA. Lucas's dedicated his roleplaying group
“Short sword and buckler ready and I'm burying the two hundred gold
ready.”
Lucas listened and smiled. “So you have readied yourselves. You look
CHAPTER 22
housed over six million administrators, techs and programmers who ran the
UDA Navy. Lige's fleet ships beamed tracking lasers to automatically dock
Lige exited Black Mariah through a long glasteel tube into Tycho
Central. Stepping through the second airlock, Lige was nearly assaulted by a
crush of media agents. The throng pushed Lige back into the airlock. Jaret
burst forward and physically pushed the crowd back, “Every man and woman
out of this exit area. Form a line on both sides of the Yellow. Now.”
The media continued to push and Jaret quickly called two body tank
troops forward to bulldoze them back without delicacy. Lige ignored the
shouts and lights and made his way directly to the office of the Grand
Admiral. The huge reception area for the Grand Admiral was done in pristine
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white marble. Lige snapped to attention in front of the thin, young female
The receptionist rose and saluted Lige, flashing him an inviting smile.
twenty minutes.”
Lige lowered his arm from the salute but otherwise remained at rigid
attention. Jaret stood slightly behind in the same fashion. A few envoys came
in with reports and statements for the soldier/receptionist before the large
iron doors rolled open twenty minutes later. Grand Admiral Ramus strolled
out. He was a barrel-chested man with thick brown hair and a healthy beard
to match. He looked at Lige, turned and strolled back into his office. Lige
The Grand Admiral's office was twice the size of the reception area.
Curiously, the office contained nothing more than three seats facing a large
black oak desk. There was tension between the two men. Ramus was quite
aware of Lige's talent and ambitions. He had never been able to get Lige
assigned task in any manner other than how he was ordered. Lige's saving
possible location of the Steel Circle. I fired my fleet to the suspected location
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and indeed the lead was correct. We engaged 30 lodge ships and 620
outrider ships. The battle window was small, only three to six minutes of
back destroying nine prime ships. Over seven hundred troops gave their lives
in the line of duty. The loss was devastating and my fleet was forced to
retreat. One prime ship had to be left behind because it was flanked.”
across his face. Seven hundred of his troops were dead and Ramus could not
think of the last time he had received such wonderful news. “How long does
“Why didn't you call in reinforcements before you fired to the Steel
Circle location?”
“I was not sure of the intelligence source and I know the other Admirals
all have important objectives to attain. I did not wish to lead any of them on
“If you were not sure of the intelligence then why would you take your
Ramus walked out from behind his desk and circled behind Lige. Lige
did not turn to watch him. “So, you engaged every ship in the AC with out
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calling for reinforcement ships. Once you engaged their ships you failed
tactically, allowing the AC to destroy nine prime ships and kill seven hundred
UDA soldiers. And while you retreated a prime ship had to be left behind.
Ramus could hardly contain himself. “Lige, you have been successful
for quite some time. But as I have told you before the risks you insist on
must exact a strict punishment for your failure. I believe I know what will be
well as the President. Why don't we make that report now? You can answer
the Race Reps questions yourself.” Ramus sat at his desk and keyed a
There was an uncomfortable moment while the two waited for the link-
up. They both walked to the far wall screen. The faces of the Race Reps
art theater. Joyce Dresden, and attractive middle-aged African woman was on
the ski slopes of Vail. Manuel Cruz, a young dashing Hispanic, was seated at
The Grand Admiral stepped forward and as he opened his mouth Lige
interjected, “President Sullivan, I apologize that I have not been able to tell
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you sooner but my men were successful. Alexa is safe aboard The Black
sheer joy. He put his hand over his mouth and turned from the remote
camera. “Thank you, Lige. Thank you. Please keep her aboard your ship. I will
Race Rep Joyce Dresden smiled. “All hail the conquering hero.”
afraid that the return of the president’s daughter is the only good news. I
regret to report that I lost nine prime ships and seven hundred men as I
Lige watched as Cruz mentally took note of the name. Lige was sure
almost too far to intercept the lodge ships. I gambled and tried a new tactic
assembled them over a year ago and have been promoting their work for the
new UDA navy every since. Their proposed strategies are completely askew
We lost nine prime ships because I was not able to properly implement what
my ships are ready for new fleet assignments. I submit myself for martial
punishment.”
Dresden shook her head. “Nonsense, Admiral Lige. You are the best
admiral the UDA navy has, without peer. We need you out there. You are the
only male admiral who has reported even attempting to use the new Team
Omega strategies. I understand there will be some growing pains with their
initial use. But I refuse to see you punished for showing some imagination.
Don't let the loss slow you down. I am confident you can use the same
ingenuity you used to find the AC this time to find them again.”
Cruz added, “But this time, Lige, don't go charging off by yourself.
Enlist the aid of your fellow admirals. A lone wolf cannot lead the pack.”
While Ramus had not been bright enough to avoid walking head long
into Lige's ambush, he knew any further attempt to discredit Lige at this
point would only show himself in a bad light to the gathered dignitaries.
As if laying one last slap across Ramus's face, Dresden added, “Grand
Admiral, please pull premium ships from the Targas fleet to replenish Lige’s
fleet.”
relinquish a few ships. I would like to test Team Omega Theorem 111,
logging off. Lige was confident that the President was eager to get on a
shuttle to Black Mariah to see his daughter, Alexa. Lige started again, “I wish
to reduce my fleet to four hundred prime ships from nine hundred. I have
believe the new theorem is correct and I plan to implement many more Team
Omega changes.”
Dresden beamed.
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Cruz laughed, “Imagine that, an admiral that says he can do more with
less. I hope you have a few more like Lige in the pipe, Grand Admiral Ramus.
Ramus could not contain himself, “I'm sorry, Representative but there
Cruz began to terminate the call, “Battles are lost on occasion, Admiral
Lige. But you can win this war. Superb work on returning Alexa. We were all
worried.”
Dresden cut in, “I will forward you the rough draft of the latest theorem
of Team Omega, Lige. Don't wait so long for your next visit to Tycho.”
Both screen bubbles were replaced with the UDA sigil. Lige returned to
his rigid stand of attention. Ramus circled in front of him, intending to launch
Tribals on all of the lodge ships laughed. They were in good spirits. The
AmerIndian Confederacy had just laid down a cargo bay worth of defeat on
the UDA and Celetain had once again proven to be a formidable prophet. The
something more than a traditional Shaman. Even the tribes that held strictly
“Wovoka has been declared the White Buffalo and we are at war. The
Elders Council has weighed the proposal set before us by Celetain. We were
faced with the decision to seize the moment and invade Naanac, a planet
that will be a challenge to live on. I know some of you believe a decision to
follow Celetain’s prophecy will scatter our plans for invasion of White Earth to
the four winds. Some of you are asking - is there still a way to play cautious,
take the victory we have gained this day against the UDA fleet, and move
forward on White Earth. The Council considered these elements and has
decided to invade Naanac and abandon our hopes of capturing White Earth.”
applauded and half shouted questions and harangues. John set his eyes on
all of the tribals before him. His image was carried by hard light displays to
The din died down and John continued. “The Elders know this decision
is sudden. We regret we did not have time to put this up for discussion
before all the tribes. We have spoken to every chief and have listened to
your concerns.”
“You have ignored our concerns,” Brule Chief Satyr shouted. He was an
ancient warrior, now over nine decades old. Satyr showed the clear features
Stormseeker stood, “We have not ignored your words, Chief Satyr. You
speed and unpredictability. The Brule must put aside their angers from the
White Earth Massacre. There will be plenty of battle at Naanac and I assure
you that all the UDA’s hated admirals - Lige, Crelland and Farlec - will be
there.”
Brule brother, but the time is now. There are too many signs, foretold by the
wise and powerful Celetain Prax, to ignore the fact that this is the critical
“The Brule have left too much blood on the soil of White Earth to turn
the White Buffalo. This whelp is barely a man. The Brule stand in defiance of
A hush came across every lodge ship except the Brule's who roared in
because it is what the Grandfather's have shown the Elder Shaman. You do
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not have the wisdom of the Grandfathers. I call your people to war and if you
as their chief will not have them follow me then I will take your chiefdom
from you.”
“I will choose my champion, Wovoka. Best him and you will have
“And the Brule will follow me as chief the way you have followed the
Satyr looked struck. He had been a loyal servant of the AC for many
years. It was obvious that even in his defiance he did not like to be called
disloyal. He looked behind him at his assistants and advisors. He told them
with a look that they would make his following statement true. “No Wovoka,
“Then so be it. I will win your chiefdom and we will be done with this
delay. But Satyr, I am the White Buffalo, and I intend to show you that. Do
not pick a champion; pick three. Every Brule must know that I have the
With that Wovoka walked off the center dais, heading in the direction
“Wovoka, are you sure this is the best course of action? The
rattlesnake does not eat three eggs at once.” Keokuk said with a grin as he
will not fail. If I have not been chosen by the Grandfathers that will soon be
apparent to everyone.”
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CHAPTER 23
Wovoka entered the fighter hangar and headed to a Jet Shark that was
already railed. He took the helmet offered by a tech tribal and hopped down
into the cockpit. The canopy clicked shut and the Jet Shark shot out of the
bay. It made a tight arc and in a few seconds Wovoka was firing control
thrusters and operating grav manipulators to enter the flight bay on the
Brule lodge ship. The canopy popped and Wovoka pulled himself out. He was
barely on the flight deck when he ordered the closest tribal, “Lead me to the
challenge arena.”
Brule warriors by the hundreds lined the halls that led to the challenge
arena. All were silent, their stares hard. Wovoka entered the challenge arena
where the two spectator decks were crammed with Brule warriors. The
entrance to the challenge arena lead directly to the battle floor. The battle
floor was fifteen meters in diameter and a third of a meter thick. The deck
floated five meters off of the floor on anti-grav discs. Bright blue lights
circled the edge of the battle deck. Between the blue lights, spaced at one
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meter increments were handrails that melded into the deck. Knotted flexi-
hierarchy who now stood directly under the battle deck Wovoka jumped the
three-meter gap to the battle deck and scaled the flexi-cord. He pulled
himself on top of the battle deck and yelled, “Send the champions now.”
Moments passed and Wovoka began to pace with anger. He was ready
now and wanted this done. The first Brule champion, a tall well-muscled
Caucasian, pulled himself over the edge. Wovoka knew him; Bo Riggs, a
Notre Dame running back that had passed up a lucrative career in the IFL to
true bloods with traditional features; dark skin, smooth oval faces and long
poker straight black hair. Wovoka recognized the two as the River twins,
Parthan and James River. The Brule called them by nicknames, Fork and
Eddy. Brule trainers, they were highly skilled martial artists. Wovoka started
to walk to the center of the battle deck and was surprised to see Cavaho
waving his arms at the side on the higher spectator deck. Cavaho made four
sharp gestures in pack hand combat code. Wovoka read the code easily -
Wovoka nodded. Take the twins out first, save Bo for last. It was good
advice. Both of the twins were as good as Wovoka, together they would be
deadly. Wovoka now stood at the center of the battle deck and the three
challenger with quick, short glances and broke to head for the weapons
section. Wovoka followed. On the battle deck were four weapons - a solid
steel baseball bat, a long three-meter pole, a steel billy club and a thick,
On the battle deck the weapon of choice was the chain. It was the only
weapon that could help a warrior stay on the deck as well as lay down
significant body damage if properly used. The rules of the Brule Challenge
were simple. Anyone to fall off of the battle deck to the floor below lost.
Anyone standing alone on the battle deck, all opponents dispatched, won.
Wovoka picked up the long pole. Chatter rolled forward from the
spectators. Each warrior took his position at one of the markers spaced
Eddy stood at Wovoka's left, Fork directly across, and Bo at the corner
to Wovoka's right.
A loud clear chime emanated throughout the arena, signaling the start
of the match and triggering the battle deck into a steady flat spin.
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The Brule champions stepped forward warily. As the start signal rang
out Wovoka's legs were pumping. He surged forward with the pole held tight
Each of the Brule understood that caution was imperative as the deck
spun. A misstep onto one of the rungs would cause a trip, a mistake your
opponent would not let you rise from. Wovoka ran, each step moving slightly
Eddy and Bo realized what Wovoka was doing, but too late. Fork had
not distanced himself from the edge and had little room to maneuver.
Wovoka barreled down on Fork with the pole, clearly intending to spear him.
With nowhere to run Fork raised the billy club. Wovoka continued undaunted.
The second the pole was close enough Fork swacked it away. The pole sprang
Simultaneously, Wovoka let go of the pole and kicked his legs up and
forward. He was moving fast now and Fork was just a half-meter off his
course. Wovoka's legs, waist and torso passed Fork. With speed and precision
Wovoka grabbed Fork with his left hand under the chin. Wovoka's body was
now traveling with all his momentum over the edge of the battle deck. He
used his momentum to haul Fork off his feet and over the edge with him. But
as the two began to go over the edge (Wovoka feet first, Fork head first)
Wovoka shot out his right and grabbed the handrail at the edge. Wovoka
stopped his momentum with shoulder jarring force. Fork flailed his arms
behind and beneath his back without success to grab the handrail. He did
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manage to grip Wovoka's pants. The cloth slipped from between his fingers
as all his weight pulled him to the floor. His angry howl ended abruptly when
the battle deck using the handholds. Above, Eddy and Bo exchanged a
glance. Eddy’s fury showed. The champions were less than ten seconds into
the match and they were already down a fighter. Eddy cocked his thumb,
edge of the deck, skooched down and pointed his back-side out over the
edge. He grabbed two handrails tightly and hopped, kicking his legs back
and extending his arms. With one clean swoop he swung down feet first,
swung away from him, moving around the edge of the bottom of the battle
The battle deck was sheer vertical when Bo released his grip from the
handrails and dove toward Wovoka. His orientation to the deck carried him
quickly and he crashed into Wovoka. Wovoka tumbled back with Bo catching
at his clothes. The two started to roll down the battle deck but a handrail
jammed into Wovoka's ribs, stealing momentum. The rest of his momentum
was lost as the deck swung level. The two men were no more than a meter
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and a half from the edge. With a cry Wovoka rolled Bo to the side and
Bo stood and moved quickly a few meters away to where the chain lay,
magnetically held to the floor. He yanked it up and took a few steps to the
right to cut Wovoka off from the pole that clung on the deck. Bo began to
swing a meter of the chain in his hand. Wovoka stepped toward him. Bo
whirled the chain harder and let out slack. Wovoka circled but did not move
back. Bo whipped the chain forward and Wovoka hopped back, the chain
passing a quarter meter from his chest. As the chain passed Wovoka moved
in, bolting toward Bo. Bo had anticipated this. Wovoka reached a good clip
before Bo let the chain go. It flung noisily across the battle deck beyond the
spinning edge, clinking to a stop at the force field that protected the Brule
spectators.
Bo spun with the arc of the chain and for a moment his back was
exposed to the advancing Wovoka. With a burst of speed Bo lifted his leg
high and rode the force of his full 360-degree turn. Wovoka had his right
coiled back for a devastating punch. Bo’s kick caught Wovoka across the side
of the head. He was pulled off his feet and he fell to the deck like a downed
moving toward him and Wovoka watched as the large Brule extended his
arm out to grab Wovoka. Bo intended to throw Wovoka's now limp body over
the edge.
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Wovoka pushed forward all the fear and anger from his mind to his
hopping his body off an impeding handrail. Bo's arm twisted unnaturally and
he fell to his knees as Wovoka rose to his feet. Bo's teeth were bared as
Wovoka yanked his arm farther. His head went lower. Wovoka shot three fast
hard kicks, one to Bo's stomach, one to his face and one to his ribs, without
letting go of his arm. Bo was barely conscious and Wovoka kicked him hard
Sweat covered Wovoka's face and he ached from where the handrails
had jabbed into his ribs. He thought about swinging down below but knew
the spinning of the battle deck would disorient him. He stepped back slightly
to his left and saw Eddy swing up onto his side of the deck. Eddy held the
Wovoka pulled back into the Kata III stance he had practiced a
thousand times with Cavaho. Eddy came within a meter and a half and
Wovoka decided not to wait. He flew a fast kick at Eddy's mid section. Eddy
effortlessly slammed the kick away with the billy club and hit Wovoka with a
hard jab to his face. Wovoka staggered back. Eddy whipped the billy club
down at Wovoka's knee and connected. Wovoka felt the searing pain as his
knee cracked.
Eddy followed with a knee to Wovoka's gut. Wovoka knew he could not
match Eddy in hand-to-hand. Eddy would soon knock him unconscious, if not
crack his skull like an egg, with the billy club. Wovoka felt his knee was
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barely able to support his weight. He could not let this fight end on the top of
the battle deck. He had to make it through to the flip of the deck and then
some of Eddy's advantage would be neutralized. Wovoka hit the deck and
scrambled away. The blow clanged on the deck and Wovoka struggled to
move faster.
Eddy's second attack with the billy club was more successful and he
landed a brutal hit to Wovoka's calf. It landed with a thick, sickening thud but
did not break the bone. Wovoka passed by the baseball bat and grabbed it.
On his back, he used the bat to ward off two more blows from the billy club
Dropping the bat, Wovoka rolled over and clamped onto two nearby
handrails. Eddy staggered backward and had to drop the billy club to grab a
handrail. The deck leveled and Eddy began to swing to Wovoka. Wovoka
waited and did not dodge as Eddy sent a jab to his chin. The blow glanced off
With one quick movement Wovoka swung into Eddy, pulled his knees
up and let go of both handrails. Wovoka caught Eddy's jumpsuit with both
hands. Eddy’s face showed surprise for a moment and he clamped harder on
the handrails to hold both of them up. Then Eddy realized since Wovoka was
holding onto him all he had to do was let go and they would both fall to the
floor, both would be declared losers. Satyr would remain the Brule chief and
Wovoka would have failed to prove, through combat, his status as White
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Wovoka's yank was fast and calculated. As the two fell Wovoka pulled
Eddy into him and did a short roll so that Eddy's back faced the hard floor.
With force Eddy slammed onto the floor. His back and the back of his skull
smacked onto the plasteel. Wovoka knees were tucked tight to Eddy's chest
and he clutched Eddy's jumpsuit at both shoulders. Eddy's ribs snapped like
twigs under Wovoka’s knees. Wovoka stared down intently at Eddy, ready to
move his hands from Eddy’s shoulders and knock him unconscious if he
moved. But the unfortunate tribal was unconscious, well on his way to death.
The spectators roared. The White Buffalo had been defeated. He had
fallen to his defeat. But the other half of the crowd was pulling the cheering
tribals back down to their seats pointing at the battle deck, which was still
spinning. The tribals stared at the spinning battle deck's blue lights shining
brightly on all sides. When the match was over the battle deck stopped
spinning and all the edge lights turned red. The Brule watched as Wovoka
stood, carefully keeping his feet on Eddy's body, not touching the floor.
placing his weight on his good leg. He stood precariously on Eddy's hips until
the deck flipped again. Wovoka's arms were outstretched as the deck hit him
from behind. The breath was knocked out of him but he clutched a handrail
When the battle deck leveled it stopped spinning and the red lights
came on.
Wovoka lay on the floor for a moment before he was able to breathe
extended out from the spectator area to the battle deck. Wovoka gestured
for the medic to give him his comp set. Wovoka’s voice was carried to every
lodge ship. “Satyr, I have won your chiefdom.” Wovoka coughed and blood
sprayed onto his hand. “I am the White Buffalo because the Elder Shaman
speaks the voice of the Grandfathers and the strength of the Grandfathers
the Homeland, the first of many lands our people will live again in peace and
one body, one mind.” Wovoka spit blood and continued, “No tribal can
another. No tribal can give another a reason for doubt. We must all work
tirelessly toward our goal. We must all believe that together the homeland
will be ours. Satyr, I need the support and loyalty of every chief. I will not
give your people a command to join in the invasion. Instead, I give you back
your chiefdom and I ask you as a brother to command your people in the
way you see fit. Do not command out of deference to the legendary position I
now hold. Command them because you know the other tribes need you to
succeed.”
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The crowd roared and the Brule scattered in every direction to prepare
Destination Naanac.
passed. Lige had made sure to keep Alexa Sullivan's identification a secret.
The prison guards saw her simply as another prisoner, although female
the prime ship Silke who was waiting to be transferred to a penal outpost in
“Code lock to voice pattern Jaret Tucker. Delta Zeta storage protocol.”
Jaret was hiding the video feed of his meetings with Alexa in Lige's
over a bubble display on the wall. He had cleared access to the literature
sections for Alexa. She read voraciously. Once a day she was let out to use
the gym facilities, alone. She used that time to swim. To Jaret's knowledge,
he was the only person who spoke to her. The guards were under orders to
stun her if she spoke a word in their presence. Alexa had learned silence
quickly.
Jaret sat down at the end of the bench. He took out some chocolates.
She smiled, took one. Jaret looked at his boots as he spoke, “I see you read
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all of Dicken's work. I read a bit of ‘Martin Chuzelwhit’. His work is slow and
“The time,” she said. “Lives were simpler then. Confrontation revolved
around reputation and status, not bloodshed. I find it quaint, relaxing. I think
should know the difference after being with the AC for that long.”
“You have a choice, Jaret. You don't have to do what you do. Or at least
you could serve a cause that matters. Leave Lige. Go to the AC. With your
twenty-four hours.”
“But that is not something I will be doing, Alexa.” It was difficult for
him to understand. He realized he was her jailer. He was the only social
contact she had. Jaret could tell she was attracted to him, maybe even felt
something approaching affection for him. Yet she did not make any invitation
to him, no requests. She never even promised anything for her release. She
simply continued to tell him her release could help him if he would defect to
Alexa put her hands in her lap and became quiet. He thought for a
moment and all of the feelings surged back. He pulled closer. “I am thinking
many different responses she would have to his statement but her question
“Say it.”
“I love you.” He looked at her. What had gone unspoken was now
overt.
Jaret let the words wash over him like cool rain. He leaned forward to
kiss her and she slapped him with all her strength.
“I do love you but there can never be anything between us. You choose
to kill my people, who wish only peace. There can never be anything
CHAPTER 24
Lodge ship Iron Bow was a maelstrom of activity. Tribals moved quickly
through the ship setting function columns to new parameters, readying the
lodge ship for war. It was easy for Broge to move unnoticed. He approached
the level’s weapons chamber. He finger tapped a release code and pulled a
Sledge Decimator from the rack and grabbed two bandoleers of ammo clips.
Broge had tried everything he could to avoid this situation. There was
no way around it. He spoke into his comp set. “List all forty to eighty ton
outrider ships which are loaded with full armament but have not filed ready
status.” The ship server threw the list of three ships across the lenses of his
entered level six of Hangar 276. Badger sat moored by two sturdy extension
rails. Two tribals, weighed down by power tools, moved across the top of the
ship checking structure variables and settings. Broge entered Badger after
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working his way down two level ladders. As a clerical assistant to Celetain
The rear airlock led Broge into a long hall running the length of Badger,
forward bridge to engineering. Broge saw a form pass across the hall down
near the catalyst chamber. He moved quickly toward the bridge passing
another tribal. The young woman was in the small armory checking each
weapon for a full clip. He could tell by the tribe totem embroidery on her
short-cropped jacket that she was Diegueño. She was dressed in bright
“Assistant Broge, what brings you to Badger? Is there some way we can
“Yes, there is. We have a critical breach code coming from this ship to
“No need for that.” She finger tapped and displayed the ship’s status
on Broge’s comp sets. “No, Assistant Broge, nothing reads abnormal on the
ship.”
Broge frowned. I would like to see the bridge, specifically where the
transmitter is.”
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“Of course, Assistant Broge.” The woman turned to lead him quickly
to the bridge.
Badger's bridge was large with several seats. The Diegueño walked
forward into the bridge and turned as the grip of the Sledge Decimator
crashed down into her forehead. The Diegueño reeled and her head crashed
into the seat behind her. Broge had failed to knock her unconscious and she
began to raise her head groggily. Clumsily, he clubbed her again and winced
as blood flowed from her forehead. Broge cursed and slammed the black
duffle down. He pulled out a coagulant patch and tore it open with his teeth.
out a shiny roll of metallic tape. He pulled off a start to the roll and began to
wrap it around the Diegueño’s head. Broge covered every part of her face
except her nose and mouth. Nervously he shot a glance over his shoulder
Broge hurried, pulling the Sledge Decimator out over his shoulder. He
pointed the barrel at the back of the Diegueño’s skull and began to wrap the
metallic tape to the Decimator. After wrapping the length of the gun he used
his left hand to wrap the metallic tape around his right hand, which now
clutched the Decimator. Cutting the metallic tape with a vibro blade from the
“Comp, access Doolittle Zeta Nine. Strip code protocol. All command
options transfer to bridge alone. Disable all ship input code other than those
lock down immediately. Run minimal prep for launch.” Broge listened and
heard the clank of the airlocks and the whine of the engine.
Tribals were now jumping from the top of the ship to the hangar floor.
Seconds passed before tribals began throwing on their comp sets to contact
Weaver.
“Pull out of dock and sweep 180 at first available interval.” Badger's
engines whined and the ship glided backwards, data links and oil hoses
snapping off like twine holding a vault. Badger rolled out of the docking bay
“Comp, how many people are on this ship and what are there
locations?”
Broge studied the display on his comp set lenses. The lock down he
had initiated isolated each tribal, trapping each in a segment of the ship by
Broge watched as the red circles moved out of the engineering section. He
ordered the comp to use the same technique to herd all of the tribals to the
Suddenly a crossworker’s face filled Broge's comp set view. “You are in
violation of the invasion silence edict. Return to the lodge ship immediately
Broge hissed, “Comp, give signal vid and audio to Central. Central, this
Celetain Prax. I have seven tribal hostages. If any part of this ship is fired on
Broge nodded down to where the assault rifle was taped at one end to his
With that message Broge released the channel and checked the
seconds.
Wovoka ran into council bridge. All of the Elders were there save
Weaver.
Kugan turned and motioned Wovoka over. “We have a six minute
window. Broge has seven hostages sealed tight in a stolen outrider ship.
There is little we can do. If he can jump that outrider ship or send a message
Celetain finger tapped. “Broge, why are you doing this? You have lived
with us. You know we struggle for peace. Why are you returning to that UDA
“A million creds does a lot to reduce loneliness. A man can only serve
one master and I believe a million creds will release me from all my masters.
I am sorry, Celetain.”
“Don't do this -” John pulled Celetain back. Tears were streaming down
her face. Her shoulders were slumped with the weight of the knowledge that
her words, her misplaced trust in this UDA spy was responsible for the deaths
of thousands of tribals over the past few years. One of Celetain's Acolytes led
her down from the command area and led her to a seat. She wept.
John spoke softly, “What makes you think we won't scrap that ship,
Broge?”
“Because I don't think you, Weaver or Prax have the grit for that.
Kugan finger tapped the feed from their comp sets to Badger closed.
“It's simple. We scrap that ship, killing seven of our people, or we let him go
“Why can't the Tsimshian use the mother comp to command his
his own voice. Tsimshian tri-jacks are working now to break Celetain’s code
walls. They estimate it will take ten to fifteen minutes. He'll be gone in less
than that. We can snipe him with a concentrated laser but that will kill the
Diegueño hostage. The Decimator has a hair trigger option I'm sure he's
using. We can have body tank warriors save the other six tribals on board
though.”
John opened the line again. “Broge, you served Celetain well. You were
hard apple juice came out of your nose when those Tsimshian tried to join the
Corn Dance. I know you felt joy here among us. Please, brother, come back.
All you're returning to now is the destruction of your very self. Come back. No
one has been hurt beyond healing. We will accept you back as a brother who
Broge was shaking now. “No, I was never a brother. I am sick of every
Tom, Dick and Tonto asking me how I am, sharing every essence of my life,
expecting me to help and listen and share as if they were a part of my family.
want the faceless masses that will leave me alone. Now back off the fighter
or there will be blood. Comp, reduce vent O2 by fifty percent in the aft bridge
quarter.”
Stormseeker shook his head but did not countermand the order.
John frowned. “We're down to four minutes. What are the options?”
Stormseeker was silent for a moment. “We can disable the Kellion
Cannon on Badger and get the body tank troops in there. The Diegueño will
die. That's a viable option. If we don't handle this situation now we can still
try to take Naanac. It will simply take the lives of a few thousand more tribals
to do it.”
John shook his head, “No, Stormseeker. I am not trading one tribals’ life
now for a few thousand in the near future. We do not trade lives as currency.
jump. I want every fighter and outrider ship two thousand kilometers away
from this vessel in less than one minute or I kill the six and the Diegueño-”
Suddenly the Diegueño rose from her seat. Broge had to stand with
her. It happened quickly. Wovoka was the first to realize what was occurring.
into a fine mist on the far inner hull section. The body dropped to the floor.
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Broge gaped at the Sledge Decimator, still taped to his hand but now free
from the Diegueño’s head. He was still gaping seconds later when two
The concentrated lasers severed the aft bridge section down the center
of each airlock door. The aft section was sliced from the outrider ship like a
chunk of carrot cut out by a master chef. Four body tank warriors, their armor
airlines. The body tank warriors carefully inserted the airlines and handled
Twenty meters away another group of body tank warriors fell on the
Broge’s bridge section like wolves on a rabbit. One body tank warrior raised a
beam cutter and holed the severed airlock. The rest of the body tank
warriors waited with rail guns primed. The lead body tank warrior charged in
as vacuum blasted into the bridge section. He threw a yellow pack of plastic
at Broge. The pack hit him and exploded around him, enveloping Broge in a
translucent yellow bubble. Broge gasped in the bubble’s air, refilling his
lungs.
One of the body tank warriors at the severed airlock clacked his helmet
against another warriors. Yelling and pushing the warrior’s weapon down, he
made it clear to that despite what any of the body tank warriors wanted
Wovoka shook his head. It was an ugly end. All of the Elders were
struck by the brutality. Stormseeker put his arm around John's shoulder. “We
are at war. The flow of blood is only beginning. The first small payment for
the Homeland.”
Wovoka looked over his shoulder to see the two acolytes leading
Celetain out of the room. She was shaking with the force of her crying.
Wovoka clenched his fist. His face twisted in rage. He pulled Stormseeker
away from John. “That Diegueño will not die for nothing. We can take Naanac
with twenty thousand Apache and ten thousand Brule. Send out a general
the bays until we launch the invasion. If one footstep falls on a single
command decisions from this Infiltrator Pack Alpha. Stormseeker nodded and
Keokuk rushed onto the deck and approached his brother. “I've got
three possible invasion plans from the Brule Tacticians. Start going over them
now so you-”
Wovoka raised a hand to Keokuk. “This isn't a ship battle, comp jockey.
I'll speak with the Brule Tacticians myself. What I need you to do is go take
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care of Celetain. She’s a wreck. She feels responsible for Broge. But I’m
Wovoka shook his head, “They worship her. They won't be able to
console her or help her. See what you can do. Then go with Cavaho to Alpha
Grail and have him transfer command of twenty body tank warriors to
Cavaho.”
Keokuk opened his mouth. Wovoka told him with a look that he had
took them down twenty levels. Keokuk made his way through the tribals still
prepping the lodge ship for battle. The entrance to the quarters Celetain
crawled across the walls for five meters to either side of the large oak doors.
“I'm here with a message from Wovoka, White Buffalo, for Celetain.”
and silent. “Allow me to speak with Sliver. He will decide if she is ready to
receive your message.” The Acolyte closed his eyes for a moment. “Sliver
says you may speak with Celetain - if you are cautious and brief.”
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Keokuk looked at the Acolyte sideways. The Acolyte resumed his rigid
stance and his companion waved his hand at the huge oak door. It opened
inward slowly and smoothly without a hand being set on it. Keokuk was about
to address the Acolyte when Sliver appeared. He motioned for Keokuk and
Cavaho to enter.
levels. The walls held thousands of books, mostly grimoires dealing with the
variations. The center of the room was a ritual circle laid out in brilliantly
colored marble. A hard light display showing the nearest galaxies turned with
Celetain sat in a large mahogany chair. She was silent. Her gaze was
distant and tears streamed down her face. Three acolytes surrounded her.
One acolyte shook a smoking lantern. The smoke rolled out of the lantern
and created a luminescent orange haze. The other two acolytes chanted in
Sliver turned to Keokuk, “I have never seen her lose control like this.
Please, speak to her. The invasion is pressing and we will need her
guidance.”
Keokuk stepped forward. “Celetain, I know you are in pain but you
must know that this is not your fault. There was nothing you could have
done.”
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Celetain’s eyes remained the same, distant and blank. “I could have
listened. Surely the Grandfathers warned me. They would not have allowed a
warned me. I would not hear. I ask the Grandfather to show me the future. I
ask them to show me the past. But when they showed me the danger of the
betrayed them with my mouth. Killed them with my tongue. Their deaths are
a coldness on my heart.”
Her voice cracked and tears rolled down her cheeks. She hugged
know that the ‘Grandfathers’ you speak to are actually demons. I believe
they are selective and cryptic when they speak to you. Am I right? Their
“No, they must have showed me. They would not-” Pain racked her and she
shook with grief. The acolytes and Keokuk stood still. One of the strongest
women of all the tribes now wept before them, broken. Keokuk started to
before her. Even directly in front of her he could see that she did not see him.
Cavaho leaned forward and put his arms under hers and lifted her from the
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chair. The two chanting acolytes gasped and scrambled forward. Cavaho
pulled Celetain up and hugged her tight, wrapping his arms around her with
force.
Celetain snapped out of her weeping and her arms flailed. She was
Celetain Prax, Elder Shaman, and no tribal had ever touched her without
consent. Both acolytes tried in vain to pull Cavaho off of her. Cavaho's arms
Keokuk could do no more than stare at the scene. The acolytes were
now shouting and one was hitting Cavaho’s back in desperation. Celetain’s
hurt was forgotten, replaced by fury. She began to kick at Cavaho’s shins.
Then she felt tears falling onto her chest. She felt one warm drop after the
other. Cavaho's face was now down at her neck and she released her tension
and put her face down near his. The acolytes continued to beat at Cavaho to
no avail. Cavaho, like a great tower, beaten only by the wind, stood fast.
When Celetain saw the tears streaming down the young man's face
she could not help herself. She wrapped her arms around him. Her feet
settled on the floor and the two fell into each other. The acolytes slowly
realized that Celetain no longer wished to be freed from Cavaho's grasp and
they stepped away. Cavaho held Celetain and she held him. Then abruptly
Cavaho straightened and looked into her eyes. Cavaho released her. Celetain
Cavaho met her gaze again for a moment and then turned. He walked
quickly toward the door. Cavaho was exiting the room when Celetain walked
Keokuk looked at her for a moment and replied, “To work.” With that
Celetain stood, processing Cavaho’s action and Keokuk words. She had
known for a moment the hurt Cavaho carried with him every day. She also
knew the workload Wovoka's infiltrator pack had carried the last few years.
Celetain understood.
“Run the Bear and Fox Grimoire codes through the Tsimshian symbol
command, each with the knowledge that their leader was back.
Jaret pulled his jumpsuit off and hung it carefully in his gym locker. He
watched the sliding door to the locker area close behind the last soldier to
leave. He pulled soft black body armor out of the locker and donned it.
Pulling on armored gloves, he checked the time display on the back. Forty
seconds before the run began. He pulled a black mask over his scalp and
adjusted full-spectrum goggles into place. The light flexible suit of armor
could absorb up a moderate laser blast and even some types of hard case
ammunition. The suit bore no sigil and hid virtually every aspect of the suit's
wearer.
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Jaret grabbed two Sledge Challengers from the locker and closed it. He
checked the energy clips and settings. The Challenger in his left was set on
full-auto laser fire. The challenger in his right was set to single fire mini-
grenade launch. He heard the locker room door swing open and he
maneuvered to the other side of the locker set. He listened and heard
moved. Jaret exited the locker room and ran down the length of the pool. A
few soldiers were swimming. He ignored them and picked up speed. The gym
door slid open as he bolted through it and barreled down toward the brig. He
approached a soldier looking at him quizzically. Jaret toppled the soldier with
a fast armored forearm to the face. He fired the Challenger at a soldier ten
meters ahead. The soldier flopped as though all his bones had been
removed.
one directions, sprayed laser fire in the other. He reached the entrance to the
brig and barked out the special codes he had arranged (using a complicated
Stepping to the side of the door Jaret avoided laser fire. He waited for
the first barrage to stop and rolled into the brig area with a deft somersault.
He sprayed the area liberally with laser fire. The energy clips emptied and
their eight grenade integral magazines as Jaret got to his feet. Laser fire
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blinked past him as he ran down the cell tunnel. He threw himself behind a
corner and slapped energy clips into both guns as fast as his gloved hands
would allow. As soon as both guns were go he threw himself back into the
hall firing full-auto again. Three blasts hit the suit and he saw the capacity
Jaret turned and ran, cutting a zigzag route through the halls to Alexa's
cell. He stopped, amplified his audio sensors and heard the clatter of boots.
Jaret spoke through the mask. “Beta Authorization. Open and wipe.
The door slid open and Jaret jumped into the cell commanding the door
to shut as he skidded to a stop. Alexa was at the terminal as usual and her
eyes widened as she saw the black armored figure race into the room. Jaret
placed the rifles on the floor and slapped two energy clips and two grenade
on the suit and removed three objects. The first was a cylinder three times
the width of Jaret's palm. He held it out at arms length and turned it so that
the bottom and top pointed at the ceiling and the floor. He clipped a button
with his gloved thumb and the device fired two lines of flexi-cord ending in
vibro grapples. The grapples drove deep into the plasteel of the floor and
ceiling.
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Jaret stepped back from the taught line of flexi-cord now extending
“Yes, and I really need those Challengers loaded. Now.” She stepped
the floor, each on one side of the flexi-cord. “No. You are escaping.”
“Where to?”
“Wherever the ship's navcomp takes you. I aimed it for earth. Did the
Jaret snapped the boxes together around the side of the flexi-cord and
then spun them around the cord as an axis. They rolled smoothly. He
thumbed a button on the top of each box. Each box telescoped to triple its
original length.
“In thirty seconds you will be on your way home. I love you but I can't
Alexa did as she was told. When he was holding them, she grabbed the
bottom of the mask and pulled it over his nose. He blinked at her and smiled.
She kissed him. “I love you. We will meet again.” She pulled the mask back
down.
onto his back. He grabbed the flexi-cord and pulled their weight off the floor
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above the extended boxes. With his boot he tapped the left box and the two
extended boxes began to circle. A red light shone from beneath the end of
each box. Two concentrated lasers cut a circle in the floor. The circle dropped
smoothly crashing on the level below which had also been perfectly cut by
Jaret slid down the flexi-cord following the circles as they popped out
beneath him. Alexa, clinging to Jaret, laughed as they dropped past a soldier
blaring music in his briefs and another lost to the world with a sation disk
plugged into his head. The two, clutched tight together, slammed to a stop
on top a pile of six flooring circles. Alexa almost lost her grip when Jaret
jumped down off the pile and dragged her to a grav lifter holding two
plasteel cases.
Jaret keyed the accelerator and the grav lifter pulled forward. “Open
The lifter picked up speed. “You steer.” He let Alexa take the control
stick while he emptied his Challengers to the front and rear clearing the halls
of the few troopers foolish enough not to get out of the way. As the
Challengers emptied he threw them away from the grav lifter and pulled out
fully primed and loaded replacement from the cases. One hundred and fifty
meters, sixteen energy clips and twelve grenades later the grav lifter skidded
seconds remaining.
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Jumping off the grav lifter he pulled Alexa with him. He charged into
the hangar bay, currently empty due to a scheduled hull cleaning. Enola Gay
“Jump,” he shouted. She looked down. Five meters below a large cargo
door was open on the top of Enola Gay. She hesitated and he shouted again,
“Jump.” Alexa turned and jumped. She hit the top of the ship hard but
managed to roll over to the hole above the cargo section when she caught
her breath.
Jaret blasted two vidcams and ran to the other end of the hangar bay.
yanked the lid closed and waited in the dark as the last nine seconds ticked
by. Jaret could not see the events in the hangar bay that he had personally
orchestrated. He knew what each sound signified as the container was pulled
The cargo bay shook with the force of Enola Gay's impulse thrusters.
The ion flames left red glowing blazes on the plasteel of the hangar bay. The
ship surged forward and it's Kellion Cannon fired at a point just five hundred
affect Enola Gay's correspondence jump. While Enola Gay's navcomp had
aimed at Earth it was likely the ship would end up galaxies away in any
direction but it would most likely be undamaged. Jaret had stocked the ship
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with six Nagaspheres for additional firings as well as a year’s worth of dry
rations. Much of the escape's success would rely on Alexa. Jaret had
downloaded piloting and astrogation training programs onto the ship's comp.
She would know enough in a few weeks to take the ship wherever she need
to go if she worked hard. There was also the remote possibility she would be
Enola Gay gunned through the correspondence plane and was gone. A
rolling Black Mariah twenty degrees, like a wave would rock a sea vessel.
All of the ship's power winked off sending hundreds of soldiers scrambling for
pressure suits. Jaret’s empty container stopped moving when the power died.
Jaret kicked the crate open and pulled himself out. He activated low
light vision on the goggles and read the section number laser engraved on
the plasteel structure support near him. Hurriedly he pushed the empty
G and pulled a panel out of the floor. He pulled his armor suit off and donned
his uniform, which had been underneath the panel. Jaret pulled out a
pressure suit and put it on over his uniform. He shoved the armor suit down
Jaret heard a howl as vacuum raced toward him down the corridor. He
scrambled into the gunny tube above Sector 19-G and could hear the chaos
Soon he dropped down into a low traffic hall and ran the rest of the
way to bridge. The bridge was blazing with halogen lights placed on top of
blank monitors. Lige was in the center of the room. Jaret recognized him by
the Admiral's sigil on both shoulders of his pressure suit. He made his way
Lige was editing a restoration plan on a gauntlet comp. Jaret joined the
group around the Admiral. “Men are going to pay for this with their lives,” he
“I saw one man dart across a hall fifty meters from me. I followed but I
could not catch sight of him again.” Jaret lied. “How many were there?”
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CHAPTER 25
The lodge ships hit the correspondence plane and surged out six billion
light years away, heading toward Naanac. Jet Tigers swarmed out of Nez
Perce lodge ships, darting in sharp arcs toward the single satellite sensor
orbiting Naanac. The sensor satellite constantly logged traffic around the
planet (which was usually nil). Kill Spotted Horse had planned Wovoka’s first
entry into Naanac around the orbital path of the satellite. If a ship came
sensor satellite was fired on and destroyed by Jet Tigers well before any of
Wovoka stood in the command circle on board a Nez Perce lodge ship,
his words being carried to all the tribes simultaneously. “I come before you
asking you to accomplish a feat our people have failed to accomplish for
seven hundred years. I ask you to engage in the most hard-fought battle in
the war we are inviting with the UDA. Fear not, Brothers. Today we will win
and tomorrow we will win and the next day we will win. The Grandfathers
have foreseen this. We will slay the White Man and destroy what he has
wrought no matter how many men he throws at us. The Grandfathers will
protect us. The time is right for the purchase of a Homeland. The only
land could be bought with credits. We wrangled in the twisted systems of the
White Man. Now we pay him the only currency he cannot refuse. Today we
pay with blood. Many of you will be slain. Each fallen will be honored as the
warriors that refused to forfeit, refused to settle for the scraps the White Man
laid out for us. Today, we take for our people a Homeland where we can live
in harmony with nature the way our ancestors did. I ask all of you to fight,
and none looked away from the White Buffalo. Strangely, Wovoka felt
“Let loose the dogs of war,” he cried. Tribals on every lodge ship
roared.
Wovoka grabbed a rivet gun and pushed off the platform. In zero-g he
floated to the top of the new chunnel, swiveling to land on his feet upside
beams, twenty and fifty meters long, into place. He waited until a crew of six
Apaches placed a beam and began firing rivets into the beam at half-meter
body tank but Celetain had said visibility of the White Buffalo would be
important. She wanted the tribes to see him working alongside them. There
with Celetain. The Elders needed him less than the tribals did.
around Wovoka but included him in their joking banter. “I hope you are a
better aim with a Decimator than you are with that rivet gun.” The Apaches
laughed at Wendigo's jibe. A young tribal came forward and showed Wovoka
how to hold the rivet gun horizontally so it would easily slide between the
rivet rails.
were not heavy due to zero-g but the work took concentration due to the
that the Apache workers had forgotten that a single mistake with a tool could
kill in this environment. He realized the opposite was the case. The Apache
workers never forgot and worked through the difficulty with courage and
precision.
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The Apache workers used soft pressure suits, allowing speed and
flexibility. A power tool could nick a pressure suit with the slightest touch.
The pressure suits were equipped with explo-foam packets. The small
occurred. The foam could be chewed to give the worker up to three minutes
pressure suit was no easy task. While the Apache were safety conscious,
they drew the line at safety precautions that slowed work beyond what they
deemed a reasonable pace. A half dozen Apache tribals died each year in
The entrance to the new chunnel was finally completed. Fifty percent
larger than the rest of the chunnel would be, it was brightly illuminated with
extensive light rigs. Four Apache construction packs were busy installing a
placed every quarter kilometer along the chunnel cutting through the two-
kilometer thick Free Mantle. They would serve to power the chunnel’s force
While the Rowan chunnel had relied on a semi-flexible cage design that
bent and bounced boulders back away from the chunnel, the new AC chunnel
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would be rigid. The Tsimshian designed, Apache built chunnel would use
powerful force fields to keep boulders away from the structure. The powered
minutes to direct the Nagasphere installation packs around the work being
Every chief and every lodge ship captain was given the command
codes that would detonate the chunnel. Each lodge ship had to transmit a
pass code before a shuttle or outrider ship from that lodge ship could enter
the chunnel. If the pass code was not sent the chunnel would automatically
The size of the chunnel amazed Wovoka. The chunnel was two hundred
meters.
It was being built for Zeta class outrider ships, which could carry five
of tribals down to the planet's surface. After heated debate, the Elders had
on Naanac during the first year. The other third would have to man the 30
lodge ships, the 620 outrider ships and the 5,100 fighters that would still
The first six-hour shift change came and the Apache and Brule packs
were efficiently replaced by new packs. Wovoka stayed and more than a few
Elder John ducked his head and pulled himself into Keokuk's small
workstation. The doorway was large enough to allow easy entry to anyone
shorter than a meter and a half, but Keokuk had the top half meter of the
door blocked with an assortment of comp modules. Keokuk pulled his comp
set from his eyes, swiveled and stood as soon as he realized his visitor was
an Elder.
“No, no, please sit back down, Keokuk. I am in your domain now.” The
old man sat on a comp crate, for there were no other seats in the cramped
workspace. John looked Keokuk in the eye. “How long have you been
Keokuk hesitated. The question told him clearly that John knew exactly
what had gone on between him and Wovoka at the Steel Circle battle. “Since
lost more than a few tribals in those deflector ships. I don't like having that
blood on my hands.”
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“We could have lost many more. You made the wisest choice,
considering. Actually it was your brother's command, not yours. You are quite
imagination.”
John shifted slightly on the crate. “I looked at your record. You have
paved the road for your brother. You helped his pack get missions they would
otherwise have been passed up. Wolf Plume’s appointment to Jade Dagger
“But once again you are in his shadow. Now that shadow is longer and
course, I am jealous. Is that what you want me to say? What does it matter?
John sat back, relaxed his posture. “I know that. I don't mean to press
you. I'm sorry. Frankly, Wovoka needs you now and the AmerIndian
Confederacy needs you to help him. I think you know that and it is why you
have given your brother a pass on some of the issues that are between you.
Thank you for that. Let’s talk about you now though. Your work is some of the
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Hammer, Gunsmoke - I see a quiet power in you. You can do much more than
John continued. “In a matter of hours there will be a decision that every
on the lodge ships and fight the difficult battles that will be required to
protect Naanac. I will admit your skill would be a tremendous help to those
who settle on Naanac. The tribals who go down will need imagination. But I
could use you more here. There is no doubt that I am going to lose Ela, my
assistant. She will want to build a home on Naanac with her husband. I want
be a step down for me. Chief Shakespeare has given me a significant amount
me as intolerant and inflexible. Tribals have told me that when asked, you
will tell them flat out that they are going to hell unless they accept salvation
use your skills, in full knowledge of the problems I will have to deal with.
Think about my offer. I would like your decision when the chunnel is
completed.”
John rose, and Keokuk rose as well to help him out of the workspace. “I
will consider this offer, Elder Wisdom and I think you will find, in time, that
John stood before a large hard light display of Naanac. The Elders
surrounded him waiting for his words. Floating camera drones carried his
image and words to the other lodge ships. He touched the thousands of
shifting asteroids on the hard light display and the Free Mantle melted,
showing him the bleak grey surface of Naanac. “The distribution of sea and
“We are now faced with the task of finding equitable boundaries. In
man or woman will ever own even a single meter of land on the Homeland.
Each tribal will have equal right and equal responsibility to every meter of
that we can live in harmony with our natural surroundings, there will have to
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be borders established so that tribes and tribals can live in harmony with
each other.
chiefs (including our newest chief, Vegas of the Clone Tribe). There are four
Living Lands, Stonelake and Mother Crest. Windhome is the largest and the
There are forests suitable for hunting and short grass plains that the buffalo
and hiking will be allowed in this area. The other half of Windhome is to be
any violator of this law, permanent banishment from Naanac and the
AmerIndian Confederacy.
plastics will be allowed, but any waste from these units must be gathered
and disposed of off world. There will be three star ports on the continent and
continents. It is covered with the densest jungle terrain found on the planet.
healing herbs and totem resources. The Haida and the Brule will settle this
continent.
“The Living lands will be divided in half, the second half being
flat black slate, upon which nothing will grow. On Stone Lake is a small four
hundred kilometer area that has annual snow. It is the only area of Naanac
that gets cold enough for snow during any part of the year. Full Tech will be
allowed on this continent and it is, accordingly, given to Zuni, the Tsimshian
and the Nez Perce. We trust them to control their waste and pollution.”
“The fourth and last continent,” the hard light display swiveled to the
continent. This continent is given to the Diegueño. Here they will restore the
Mustang herds and carefully introduce other endangered Earth species into
“If you are paying attention you will notice that the better the land you
are given the more you will share with others. The more challenge the land
offers, the more autonomy from the AmerIndian Confederacy those settlers
will have. We invite comments and questions from all tribals.” John became
silent.
A wicked grin crept across John's face. “The clones are the newest tribe
and therefore no land was allocated.” Murmurs could be heard coming from
the crowd. John continued, “The Clones have from now until the settlement
to choose any of the continents they wish to settle upon… The choice is
yours alone.”
Quill’s concerned look faded and he thanked the Elders and the chiefs.
The rest of the questions were handled easily, most being about
John addressed the tribals again. “Every tribal has worked hard toward
this day, the acquisition of our Homeland. In accordance, every tribal has the
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right to settle on this planet. Each man, woman and child has the right to
decide if they will settle on Naanac. However, there will be war and we need
strong, quick, intelligent tribals to help defend this Homeland. We need two
hundred thousand tribals for defense. The rest will begin to settle the
Homeland. Each task will demand hard work. All of those who choose to
young warriors anxious to let their parents and younger siblings settle while
they fought. The meeting closed and the tribals continued their work and
their celebrations with much discussion over the decision at hand. John was
confident that the strongest and most skilled warriors, pilots and jacks would
fight while the best teachers, preservationists, judges and builders would
settle.
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CHAPTER 26
The chunnel was going up fast and would be completed three hours
ahead of schedule. Wovoka earned many new friends and the tribes were
quickly warming to him. It was necessary. Soon the UDA fleets would arrive
at Naanac. Wovoka took a break and called together his pack on lodge ship
Iron Bow.
It was decided that Wolf Plume would continue to serve Wovoka, with
expanded duties.
Keokuk told the group about Elder John's offer and his decision to
accept. Wovoka then appointed Cavaho as his personal bodyguard. They all
agreed that Slow Turtle would settle. They would honor his death in the old
ways on Windhome, where his body would burn and scatter with the winds
Wovoka reported to the battle circle. All of the Elders were there save
Kugan who was busy arranging the transport of two hundred thousand tribals
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off the lodge ships and onto Naanac’s surface. Morgan Weaver finger tapped
as he sat next to a hard light display. While the Apache and Brule had been
building the new chunnel, Zuni and Haida packs were searching and
scanning the planet to find where the Rowan inhabitants were now building
an exit chunnel. They had found it four hours ago with the help of Celetain's
ambush.
crews are 120 meters from the end of the Free Mantle. They will break
through to outer space in about another two hours if we let them. I have
construction packs will be pulled out when they get close enough that
Keokuk sat next to John watching events through his comp set.
Wovoka's legendary body tank had a shoulder cam mounted and the comp
set view showed dozens of other body tank warriors standing around him.
Each had a rail gun menacingly leveled. Keokuk changed his camera feed to
the forward camera of the beta class outrider ship, Forgiveness, now
shooting along the outer edge of the Free Mantle. Wovoka and the body tank
chunnel point. Long distance probes showed the Rowan construction packs
pushing the last few boulders out of the chunnel's maw. The outrider ship
slowed and the pilot nosed the ship in, directly above the chunnel opening at
a penetrating angle.
motionless as the outrider ship edged forward slowly and the doors on the
nose rolled open. Body tank warriors boosted out and rounded up each of
The Rowan construction crew was whisked into the ship. They were
spared the sight and sounds of the mini-rockets being launched from the
Forgiveness reversed and headed back to the new chunnel. Eight other
outrider ships fell in line behind it. The line of outrider ships approached the
new AmerIndian Confederacy chunnel at speed. The ships burst out of the
inner edge of the Free Mantle and headed down to the Rowan Cartel Naanac
base courtyard.
when all personnel needed to gather in one location. The other outrider ships
landed close to Forgiveness, all nine ships cramming into the courtyard. As
soon as the outrider ships locked landing gear, body tank warriors poured
out. The courtyard was a sea of armored warriors. A team of body tank
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warriors carrying a ram raced up to the huge blast doors of the cartel base.
Before their impact the doors rolled open and three men came out, their
hands held high. “We surrender the Rowan Cartel’s Naanac base and request
Wovoka made a quick gesture with his right hand. Eight body tank
warrior packs pushed past the surrendering group to begin ferreting out all of
the base's personnel and to determine if any traps had been laid. Wovoka
Wovoka pulled off his helmet and walked forward. “An intelligent
executive decision. We will honor your request and transport your personnel
A woman stepped forward. She was a thin, tall oriental and wore the
here then I will raze this base. Not one wall will connect to another.”
person off of this planet within the hour without any resistance to the
AmerIndian Confederacy if, and only if, we are allowed to remove all of our
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equipment and data without any interference.” The woman stood tall and
Wovoka handed his rail gun and helmet to Cavaho. “You are saying
simply allow you to take your equipment and your research without any
interference?”
“This planet is in the Periphery. Rowan does not have a right under
UDA law to lay claim to Naanac. Are you authorized by Rowan to waive any
and all Rowan claims to this planet; past, present and future if we allow you
“Yes.”
Keokuk pulled himself along the rails after Sliver. The two were deep in
lodge ship Grizzly King. Mother Comp was the most advanced comp the
pirate all of the transmissions sent to all UDA colonies and outposts by
pirated feeds would send a special message from the Elders directly to all
Billions of viewers would witness the message. The Elders were now
carefully crafting the message. Sliver handed Keokuk new memory bases.
Keokuk snapped out old bases and clicked in new ones without tools.
Keokuk slid a little farther and popped a few more bases. “I think it will
be paradise, Sliver. To see the buffalo run again. To hunt them and accept
their gift the way the true fathers did. I think it will be an incredible
“Do you really think there will be a place on that world for tech-jacks
“Honestly, I don't know what that place is now. It will take time to find
told me that we would need your help in this whole process, I was not happy.
sacrifices you are making to help the AmerIndian people. I know you are
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supporting Wovoka in something you do not fully believe in. But why have
speaks with demons and they have indeed told her the future. In the end, if
Celetain does not accept Jesus Christ as her savior, she will be apart from the
one true God and she will see what the spirits she has dealt with truly are. I
pray that will never happen. I am fully a Christian and fully a Native
American. I believe in Christianity because its three basic truths are clearer
sinning. Two. Jesus Christ was sent as the only acceptable sacrifice to
reconcile us with God. Three. God calls each and every man to accept his
Son’s sacrifice to pay for our sin so that he can make this one hundred years
of life we are given only the small starting dot on an endless line of joyful
Sliver shook his head. “Well, I cannot reconcile worshiping a god that
lets this much suffering occur in the world. Oh, I have not forgotten what we
you personally about the White Buffalo banishment section, to explain the
section you are concerned about. Soon. Thanks for not upsetting Wovoka
with a non-issue.”
Keokuk snapped the last base in and the two rolled out again. Billy the
Kid and 8088 pulled the two to their feet. A group of tech-jacks sat to watch
the message over their comp sets. Keokuk finger tapped and took over
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bubbles pop onto his view. Each Kellion Cannon in the system was aimed to
fire a tight arc-light beam at each television server gate in Earth's orbit.
Sliver started the countdown. “Tee minus five, four, three, two, one.”
Comp set views filled with the image of Elder John being beamed to
ninth habitable planet, Naanac. At this moment,” the view split to show
thousand tribals were building homes on Naanac, “we lay claim to this land
America that were stolen from us seven hundred years ago. However, unlike
the inhuman slaughtering that wrested those continents on Earth from us,
this has been a bloodless acquisition. Not a single man, woman, or child has
been harmed in any way and not one of the people displaced claim Naanac
as a home. The Rowan Cartel has only used the planet as a research facility
and has agreed to find another location for their continued research.
“Again, I repeat, not a single drop of blood had been shed in this
wants no more at this point than to live in peace on this planet. I warn the
with military force, then blood will be shed. Obviously, our military strength is
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weak compared to the military juggernaut the UDA has at its command.
we are challenged by military force we will invoke the Ghost Dance and
spiritual warfare will be waged on every UDA colony and outpost, the likes of
“Every man, woman and child will suffer untold anguish. I urge you; I
beg you as a people, reign in your bloodthirsty UDA masters. Cry out to them
to not allow the spiritual holocaust that will be wrought if the sword is raised
against us. Do not allow them to gamble with your lives over one small
planets.”
Along the edges of the view, cryptic symbols scrolled. “As I speak to
you I also speak,” John pointed at the symbols, “to millions of AmerIndian
Confederacy sympathizers. Plans laid as far back as two decades ago are
now being executed. Our populace brothers will have many tasks to
complete. I urge you not to disturb their work, for the colony or outpost that
deters their efforts will be held specifically responsible and vengeance will be
visited upon it. In closing, I simply invite you to celebrate this event with us.
The signal terminated. A cry of joy rose from the tech-jacks. Keokuk
results column showed they had hit twenty-six of the thirty television server
Celetain's face appeared on all tribals comp sets, “You have reason to
rejoice, my children, for this is a momentous day. You also have reason to
weep for we have opened the floodgates and a river of blood flows toward
us.”
“I am telling you clearly, you cannot simply send the fleet. It is a trap.”
Admiral Lathe rose. “Do not sit there smug, Lige. This shows you really
have never understood the AmerIndian Confederacy any better than the rest
of us. If you could defeat them we would not be dealing with an invasion
situation, would we? This is textbook simple. They have 30 lodge ships and
620 outrider ships. We have 7,000 prime ships. We send in 1,500 to destroy
all of the lodge ships. Once that is done, we build a chunnel, send down body
tank troops and imprison every one of those traitors. They have no way to
fight us successfully.”
Lige leaned forward, “The AmerIndian Confederacy does not make idle
threats.”
“So, Admiral Lige, you are saying we should delay routing these dogs
“I believe we should give them seven days. It will give them a false
sense of security and allow time for us to gather intelligence on what ability
Admiral Crane smiled. “Lige, we are all aware you took a hard defeat at
the Steel Circle location. It stands to reason you would be hesitant to face
“However, we would be fools not to seize this moment; crush these pests
once and for all. We have failed to defeat them in the past because they are
nomadic. Like cockroaches they skitter to the far corners when the light is
turned on. Now, for only the second time in three decades, they are locked
down. They have people on Naanac. A large percentage of their ships will
have to stay to defend the planet. This time we can battle them to the last,
cries of the UDA people to sway us from what we know to be the wisest
course. I agree with Crane. We must strike now, hard and fast. I am
dispatching ten prime ships to each colony and one to each outpost to quell
any civil unrest. The remaining prime ships will be sent to Naanac. There will
“Speak your mind, Lige, if it is not something you have already said.”
that planet if they were not ready to withstand this exact response. I have
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learned from my recent defeat that we cannot beat them by sheer number.
We must out maneuver and out think them. If you insist on this course of
“Then you are pandering to your own fears, Lige. Afraid of a specter of
an enemy. I refuse your request. Your fleet will assist in the annihilation at
Naanac. You will be there because you need to be there. You are a military
leader and whatever has frightened you will go away once you have some
AmerIndian blood on your hands. Face your fears, Lige. You will see they are
unfounded.”
Lige bowed his head in acquiescence. The group broke and Lige lost no
time in shuttling back to Black Mariah. Even once he reached his ship, Lige
could feel the other admiral's eyes on his back. They were enjoying this
event. For once, Lige was on the outside. Grand Admiral Ramus and Admiral
Crane had mocked him without reservation. Lige did not waste his time
Lige went to the bridge and took his position on the command dais.
The gator approached. “We have received the command to start navcomp
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calculations for destination Naanac. All colony ships are running the numbers
now, Admiral.”
A7.”
The gator nodded and headed off to carry out the command. Lige
Grand Admiral’s orders. Not an easy thing to side step later. He also knew he
clear. His intelligence had already told him that Haida Cybershamans were
capable of incredible acts. Miraculous healing was not uncommon and there
were instances of clear prophecy. But the Haida had never produced an overt
Confederacy planned to survive this situation. But he knew someone who did
know.
Wovoka walked out of the Rowan Cartel base and his eyes went to the
grey skies of Naanac. At a great distance in the sky Wovoka could see a
bright point of green. Like bees swarming from a nest, dozens of outrider
Naanac’s surface. Thousands of tribals were now in the courtyard and the
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laughed and howled along with them. It was a special moment and he felt a
Through his laughter he could feel tears forming in his eyes. What indeed
CHAPTER 27
intercept Hoover wing coming in from the ceiling.” Potlatch Weaver, Elder
the bridge of outrider ship Dawn. Flanked by his two most skilled tacticians,
Barbed Ice traced his finger in the air and bright yellow target circles
comp sets. The three ships were now closing on the last vestiges of the once
mighty White Earth UDA garrison fleet. Even bolstered by four hundred
prime ships from the Earth Main fleet, UDA Admiral Crane had been unable
Confederacy assault fleet. “They are coming in too close. Have these three
outrider ships stay back a few moments longer and pound the UDA prime
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ships with their heavy rail guns.” Barbed Ice looked to his companion Dre
congealing at this point in time to make every tribals dream a reality. White
denied for seven centuries would be theirs again. The Elder Creator looked
on and struggled to contain premature joy. By all accounts the White Earth
UDA garrison fleet would be put down within the hour. Potlatch Weaver
Confederacy convoy had communicated with the assault fleet was evidence
that their secret haven had been found by the UDA. It was the only
possibility that would require the convoy to break the communication silence
of the convoy. UDA Admiral Gavon Lige leads the fleet. With only thirty
outrider ships left behind the convoy is now at the Admiral Lige’s mercy. The
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message convoy sent has video from Lige attached.” The messenger finger
tapped and Potlatch Weaver’s comp set view filled with Lige's visage.
citizens captive. Before you receive this message I will have every child
transferred to one lodge ship. These children will be completely safe from
harm. All AmerIndian Confederacy personnel on all of the other lodge ships
are classified as terrorists and enemies of the UDA. If you do not cease your
ship to the location of the convoy for full surrender I will execute every
terrorist here. You have until six hundred hours, Earth time, to comply.”
The Elder Creator put his hands down onto the workstation close to
where he had been standing. His head ached and his stomach was a ribbon
of clenching snakes. This news was too much, too fast. In seconds, fifteen
years of labor and sacrifice vanished. Defeat handed to him by the one man
Potlatch Weaver steeled himself and stood straight. Dre Doe fired
numbers through his head. “It's 1620 hours now. If we start the navcomps
minutes.”
Potlatch's fist clenched. “They are all dead already.” Barbed Ice and
Dre Doe froze as they listened to the Elder Creator. “Ferez Bear will not allow
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a single child to be taken from their mother. The convoy has, without a
assistant, Broge. Potlatch Weaver showed his anger, his heavy hand
slamming down at the workstation. “There is a UDA spy in our midst. It is the
only way that Lige could have learned the location. Half of the outrider ships
will stay to destroy the remains of the White Earth Garrison. Half of the
outrider ships will return to the convoy to avenge their deaths. Set the
navcomps running now. Ready my body tank. I will lead the ground assault
they were playing the end game and the advantage they enjoyed moments
Potlatch went to his body tank. The Elder Creator took his time
donning the snow-white body tank crested with a golden eagle. He knew this
CHAPTER 28
The large opponent flashed toward Cavaho sending a flurry of jabs and
short kicks that broke through his blocks. The opponent grabbed his wrist,
twisted and kicked Cavaho’s legs out from under him in smooth motion.
Cavaho slammed to the floor. Then instead of delivering a finishing blow, his
opponent extended a hand and helped Cavaho to his feet. Cavaho nodded in
slowly echoed the movement, pausing for emphasis at the crucial points.
Cavaho snapped his fingers twice and the large group of tribals paired off
and began practicing the movements together. Cavaho walked around the
the proper execution himself. Cavaho held the classes for Brule Special
Forces whenever his Infiltrator team was in from a mission on the Brule lodge
This was the third year Cavaho held a session when all of the tribes
were together and even with all the mayhem the gym was crammed to
capacity. As crammed as the room was the only sounds heard were low
grunts when someone hit the mat. Cavaho did not demand silence. His own
Cavaho cut the session off at an hour and a half. Many tribals came to
thank him. He nodded politely. A few made the mistake of asking him
questions, to which he simply stared at the asker until someone pulled them
away with whispered words. The gym emptied slowly. Cavaho had another
He was stretching between a Judo kata and a Jeet Kun Do kata when
Sliver entered the gym. He glided forward, three acolytes in tow. He stopped
a few meters from Cavaho. Cavaho stopped stretching and looked at Sliver
turned, and entered the locker room. When he came out of the sonic shower,
Keokuk was standing near his locker with Cavaho's dress whites.
Cavaho pulled on the snug, perfectly cut white pants, white shirt, and
the short cropped jacket fringed with short cut leather strings. He pulled on
the gleaming white boots and white leather gloves. Cavaho wrapped a white
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bandanna around his bald head. He pulled the white leather jacket down. In
his dress whites not a single one of Cavaho's tattoos were visible. Keokuk
whistled mockingly.
Cavaho walked toward the door and gave Keokuk a powerful shove
Cavaho's attire was appropriate for a meeting with an Elder. Sliver frowned.
He turned without a word and led Cavaho through the lodge ship. Sliver
entered Celetain’s quarters and led Cavaho to the center of the room.
Without explanation he and the three acolytes exited. Cavaho stood arrow
straight, waiting. He scanned the hundreds of paper volumes lining the walls.
The large oak double doors swung open evenly, soundlessly and
Cavaho watched as Celetain entered. She appeared different now, softer and
welcoming. Her smile was unusual and it took Cavaho a moment to take in
the rest of her in the beautiful hunter green dress she wore. It was a
the dress was elegantly adorned with patterns of mica. Her soft moccasins
were also decorated with a rim of mica. It was the first time Cavaho had seen
Celetain in anything but her tight bodysuit Elder Shaman garb. Her hair was
down, long and dark as space itself. She walked casually down the steps. “At
ease, warrior.”
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and placed his hands in front of him. She raised her hands to her mouth to
stifle a laugh. “Please, please, sit down, Cavaho.” She gestured toward a
plush couch.
Cavaho did not move. “It's all right, Cavaho. I called you here to simply
talk-,” she frowned, realizing the awkwardness of her statement. “Please sit
with me.”
Celetain looked away from him. She felt more foolish than she thought
she would have. “I wanted to thank you for your kindness the other day. The
position of Elder can be lonelier than I think most tribals know. It was the first
time I was embraced by a man since before my mother's death five years
the duty he had accomplished. His face remained blank, passive. For a
second she looked pained but it passed instantly and she stepped toward a
yourself.” She paced and Cavaho watched as her dress suddenly appeared
out of place, a flowered sheet draped over a tiger. “I read in your service
statement that your silence is a choice, that you choose not to speak
because you were spurned by your fiancé.” She circled back into his view
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and locked her gaze on him. “You have not spoken a word for four years
Cavaho stared back hard but did not utter a syllable or give the
slightest nod.
“You have refused the direct request of an Elder. Now I suggest you
insolence.”
Cavaho shifted. His teeth were bared, his body tense. He broke away
and walked quickly, angrily toward the wall. His white boots clicked on the
marble. He reached the wall, hopped upward and pulled himself up five
shelves until he could reach a large red bound book. He dropped to the floor,
landing effortlessly. He stormed to her desk, threw the book down, and
scanned the pages quickly. With a motion almost too quick to see he drew a
knife from his boot. It whirled between his fingers a second before he
stabbed it into the book. He glared at her with anger and exited.
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Celetain watched him leave. She stood for a moment and ran her
fingers over her forehead and through her hair in exasperation. This had not
gone the way she had hoped. She walked over to her desk where Cavaho
had shown his unique method of highlighting text. She read carefully. The
book was a collection of poems by Ayo Kukri, “For when the light bathed me,
I knew my soul was desolate. How can I give that which I have destroyed?”
Celetain slumped into her chair. She was not sure how much time
passed before Sliver entered. He interrupted politely and went over several
tasks she needed to complete that morning. She asked him to bring a
change of clothes. She suddenly felt foolish in her dress. She donned her
comp set and keying bands and finger tapped. A roster for the contemplation
cells appeared. There were rarely more than ten tribals there. Only three
tribals were there now. A Brule who had assaulted his superior, Broge and
Cavaho. She closed her eyes but the text of the poem remained in her vision.
Derek’s brother burst into his room panting. “The Indians invaded a
planet, a colony kind of planet. They're going to put the spaceship fights on
the wall screens. Some Indian came on TV and said that Naanac now belongs
to them.”
Derek followed his brother to the viewing room. He stared at the wall
screens with the rest of his family. Unlike his mother and his siblings,
however, Derek paid attention the scrolling text fragments around the image
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of Elder John. There. He saw it. Three symbols in specific order - Spear, Star,
Sparrow. Derek had to concentrate to follow the symbols, to make sure they
were in the correct order. Dozens of symbols flashed around the edge of the
video message. They were all gibberish to Derek, save these three. He
marveled at how Lucas had been able to weave these symbols into their
screen. It was time. For two years Lucas had told the group there would be a
time when the AmerIndian Confederacy would seize land from the UDA, then
war would come. Like a biblical prophet Lucas had told each of the youths to
be ready, to keep a go bag packed and accessible. Derek ran into his room.
Derek threw himself onto the ground and shoved his hand deep under
“No worries, Tommy. Why don't you go watch some more and call me
when you think they are going to start the spaceship fights? OK, little
buddy?”
Tommy jumped. “No, no, no, no. Mommy says we can watch with her.
Derek's mind was racing. Lucas had told the group that the AmerIndian
Confederacy would probably hit White Earth two to three years from now.
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This was a surprise. Derek scrounged through the go bag to make sure
everything was packed. Until now the go bag had only been a symbol of
hope. When he walked out the door it would be everything in the world he
hiccupy wet laugh. He grabbed Tommy, kissed the top of his head and
hugged him close. “I love you, little buddy. I love you. Please don't forget
that.”
Derek calmed himself. Tommy looked frightened. “It's OK. It's OK,”
Derek said with a smile. “Bigbo just had a sad minute. Let's go watch with
Mommy.”
Derek let Tommy lead him to the view room. The whole family was
there, watching file footage of the White Earth Massacre on Triax Hard Core
News. Close graphic clips of infantry battle. A fast tribal threw down an
empty rifle and hacked at a UDA soldier with a hatchet. The screen froze with
the tribal holding the hatchet high over the UDA soldier. The image was then
music cued in and the news snippet line slammed against the screen. “Red
Death Rising.” Derek shook his head. The rest of his family was too
serious as she read her prompts flawlessly. “Eleven years ago the UDA
White Earth with four hundred outrider ships and twelve lodge ships. ‘Lodge
ships’ is the term used by the AmerIndian Confederacy for stolen colony
ships. Planet guns were used to destroy many of the lodge ships and outrider
Confederacy ships destroyed all of White Earth's planet guns. The UDA traitor
who gave the location of the planet guns to the AmerIndian Confederacy has
never been identified. The AmerIndian Confederacy was poised to take White
Earth by a destroying the rest of the UDA ships, which had no ground
support.
Earth the other half was waiting in the Periphery until the right moment to
fire into the battle by correspondence plane. UDA Captain Lige, now Admiral
Lige, destroyed that half of the AmerIndian Confederacy fleet that was lying
eleven lodge ships and sixty outrider ships in the periphery battle. Potlatch
The wall screen showed three circles of chrome, each forty meters in
has grown to over four hundred thousand members over the last thirteen
years and now has a fleet of thirty stolen colony ships. While the population
of the AmerIndian Confederacy is still smaller than at the time of the White
deadlier than the force was thirteen years ago. The AmerIndian Confederacy
soldiers have seen more battle than most UDA troops and the experts readily
almost every colony and outpost. Experts disagree on the exact number of
sympathizers, but put the number between fifty and three hundred million.
UDA military sources agree that we are at the brink of another significant
Admiral Gavon Lige. Sources reveal that Admiral Lige recently suffered a
defeat at the hands of the AmerIndian Confederacy Elder Council. Nine UDA
prime ships, and over seven hundred UDA soldiers were lost. Admiral Lige
The wall screen showed Ramus' gleaming smile. “The Elder Council of
the AC has made a major mistake. They believe the antics of a few tech-jacks
can stop the force of the UDA naval fleet. The tricks they used to devastate
Admiral Lige will not work again. We will vastly outnumber AC ships. The
man can pray but the one who will walk off the battlefield alive is the one
who puts his faith in his own ability to win. If you will excuse me I have a
victory to secure.”
is packing a rail gun. We only hope he is right and has the ability to put down
screen changed again and the image of a cold beer filled the view. “Heading
to the darkest corners of a distant galaxy? Near twelve hundred prime ships
filled with Earth's finest troops. We are with each one of you. So tonight and
every night we raise a glass to you and we are keeping a case cold for your
Derek stood and brushed his hand over the manual control panel at the
rear of the room, shutting off the wall screens. The white room seemed dead
His mother scrunched her face. “This is family viewing, Derek. Don't go
out now. And was it really necessary to turn off the walls for that.”
Derek breathed in. “I am leaving this family, this city, this outpost, this
galaxy. I love all of you and I will come back for you when I can. Mother, you
have sacrificed too much for that damn wall. You raised me to be strong
enough to escape. For that I thank you. The best thing you can do is put a
He leaned forward and kissed his mother's forehead. She stared at him
with her nose turned up as if she smelled something bad. He kissed his
brothers and sister. To Tommy he whispered, “Before you turn ten, learn to
read English, little buddy. It’s important.” With that he headed out of the
apartment. He slammed his grav board down and slid down the hall. As he
reached the door to the stairs, hopped off and stuck his hand on the panel.
The wall beeped and he looked down the hall before he entered the mag lift.
In front of the apartment he had lived in for sixteen years, he saw only
Tommy. Tommy stood tall and waved at his brother. Derek waved back with
the arm holding the grav board and dove into the stairwell. He was at the
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nearest street level within a few minutes. He weaved through the crowd
quickly with his grav board and kept his eyes on the street.
certified cred card. The hoverbiker was a dark Jamaican with no helmet,
dressed in every color of the rainbow. The certified cred card held five times
the amount the three-kilometer ride would cost. “The whole card is yours if
you get me to sector nineteen in less than fifteen minutes.” The biker looked
around. Traffic was getting heavy and the Biker realized something was going
on. The biker snatched at the card. Derek deftly pulled it back.
“Aye and Aye be dare in ten minutes. Time burning. Get on. Wha
happenin’?” The hoverbiker called over his shoulder as Derek strapped into
The biker cursed something under his breath about the cryptic answer
and revved the large Hailey hoverbike out on to the street. They zipped
along between autocabs and private citizen cars for a block and then the
hoverbiker jerked the vehicle perpendicular. The hoverbike flew right over
the edge of the street and into the well between the massive building
structures. He gunned the engine to keep the hoverbike from dropping down
between the levels below. The hoverbiker turned his vehicle in tight circles
for a moment while looking down, watching. Then the hoverbike’s engine cut
off at the flick of his thumb and dropped level after level like a stone.
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The maneuver was highly illegal and as the bike plummeted sixty
levels it passed within twenty meters of two UDA police patrol cars. With
level sixty-seven. In a flash the hoverbike was darting through street turns,
fast enough to lose a pro racer. The hoverbiker got Derek to sector nineteen
in less than four minutes. Derek gave him the card and thanked him.
Derek turned to see half his gamer friends waiting in a nearby parking
lot. A broad smile came to his face. He was happy, excited and hopeful. The
pack members were all holding go bags. Lucas smiled back at Derek. In an
hour he and his friends would rendezvous with a stolen prime ship. Derek
was going to live with a people he had only read about on a planet he had
Celetain observed the bustle of the Naanac AC base camp. Almost two
hundred thousand tribals were now on the surface of Naanac and more were
coming. They were utterly jubilant. Women and children danced joyously on
the soft damp ground. A light drizzle fell steadily but no one seemed to
notice. Celetain had much to do to prepare for the Ghost Dance. She shut off
the part of her mind still thinking of Cavaho. She had toyed with the idea of
“freeing” him. It was absurd. Contemplation cells were used voluntarily and
Celetain doubted ten men would be able to get Cavaho out of his cell.
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The area being used for the AmerIndian Confederacy outrider ships to
drop settling tribals off was an expanse of mossy grass circled by huge grey
trees a kilometer away. At the end of the mossy expanse a wide high cliff
loomed over a vast, dense jungle. An outrider ship sat a few meters away
from the edge of the cliff, still in the clearing. The ship now served as a
platform for the work of both Haida and Tsimshian tribals who had prepared a
place of power for Celetain. Thick power lines snaked across every surface
with fat black modules interspersed across the ship’s surface. Force fields,
array collectors and several transmitters were linked into the ship’s server,
which was in constant communication with lodge ships and outrider ships
outside the Free Mantle. Keokuk had been involved in making sure the new
transmitters that could relay data from the Naanac’s surface to orbiting ships
and back. Runes were painted in neon across the unruly collection of tech.
ship. Immediately nearby tribals hurried to assist her. She was carefully lifted
to the top. There she stood, quiet and still. Tribals near the ship turned to
watch her. A murmur passed through the crowd. Soon every tribal on the
equal intervals throughout the crowd spread out below Celetain. The Elder
Shaman threw her hands up straight, pointing to the rock filled sky. She
pulled her arms down and a bright rune, easily visible even in Naanac’s grey
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wet light, appeared outlining her movement. In harmony each of her acolytes
made the same gesture producing the same effect with different runes. The
crowed gasped and pockets of empty space blossomed around each acolyte.
Celetain spoke, without a comp set or nearby audio drones. Her voice
“Brothers, sisters. I call you to work once again. The defense of this
severely outnumbered by the UDA fleet. However, the time has come to
show the UDA our true power. The time of the reckoning, the time of blood.”
Celetain turned away from the crowd and stared across the jungle
terrain. When she turned again her green leather was gone. Her dark oak
colored skin changed. Her black raven hair changed. Celetain glowed white.
Three thousand tribals gathered at the Naanac touchdown point raised their
hands, shielding their eyes. The Elder Shaman's voice was changed now as
well. “I invoke the Ghost Dance. The UDA will not allow us peace and so the
Ghost Dance must commence until they attack. We culminate the dance
when the first wave of UDA laser fire on our ships. We will strike a deathblow
against the UDA that will not be forgotten for a millennium. I invoke the
Dance of Prophecy, foretold by the wise and tragic Wovoka, the Great Native
American hero our White Buffalo is named for. Know that once the dance
begins its pillars must stand until the culmination or until their sacrifice.”
With these words Celetain’s white glow disappeared and only her
hunter green leather showed as she crumbled, falling heavily to her knees.
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Tribals swarmed to her, and also to each of the acolytes who also fell. The
tribals gently helped her up and offered her water, which she drank greedily.
Vegas, the Clone chief, was the first to begin organizing large groups of
tribals into circles. The first dance circle consisted of nine tribals, one
Tribals lined up somberly. The older tribals knew what was starting. John was
now walking through the crowd stopping every now and then. At the seventh
dancer position, he moved tribals, putting the youngest and strongest into
pillar position.
The pillars were dancers who served as the spiritual support of the
Ghost Dance. Once the dance began the pillars would have to dance until all
of the power of the Ghost Dance was released or until the pillar died from
exhaustion. If the pillar died dancing, sacrificing their life, it intensified the
Ghost Dance. Celetain was prepared to absorb all of the power produced by
the dance, prepared to release the power when the moment came. Out of
the three thousand tribals still at the Naanac touchdown point, seven
dance until the rituals culmination or their own death from exhaustion. If
even one of the pillars chose to stop dancing, the Ghost Dance would fail.
was certain. The Ghost Dance had not been attempted for the purpose of
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offense since Wounded Knee on Earth over four centuries ago. Never had the
Ghost Dance been attempted with so many tribals, or on any planet but
Earth.
The dance began and Celetain was pleased to find Naanac's energy
was easily drawn. A concern rose in her. Was it too easy to draw? The only
humans that had ever walked on this planet were a few hundred Rowan
Rowan base. The Rowan personnel had packed up all of their research and
comps in a matter of hours. Wovoka worked with the same Apache crews
that built the new chunnel to tear down every laboratory, hangar and
wreckage was then transported out of the new chunnel on shuttles. Celetain
could still feel the scars Rowan’s facilities left on Naanac, but the cleansing
Celetain was gambling the Ghost Dance would not build any significant
power in the first two hours. She estimated the dance would be primed at
eight to ten hours. At fourteen hours the Ghost Dance would begin to lose
power unless the pillar dancers were strong. It was now and hour and a half
after Elder John's announcement was sent out across the grid. Celetain
trusted Stormseeker's opinion that the UDA would respond between three
and eight hours after the announcement, if they responded at all. The Elder
Council was convinced the UDA would take the predictable action of
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launching their fleets to quell the Naanac invasion, despite the AmerIndian
Confederacy’s warning.
Celetain adjusted her position on top of the outrider ship with the
assistance of a few tribals. She spread her arms high in the position of
Wambli, a position for drawing power she had used many times before. Sliver
stood beside her, holding a large circular drum that served as an input
device for the server of the ship Celetain stood upon. He struck the drum
once. A loud dull boom resonated from the drum as well as the drums held
The first circle of dancers, dressed in full regalia of black, grey and
sharp hawk cry that set the circle to faster dancing. They swayed and
dipped, spun and lunged their shoulders toward the ground. One of the
twelve Acolyte drums changed the beat and other drums flowed into its new
rhythm like streams joining a river. The second circle of dancers changed the
direction of its circling. Another drum and another boomed and new song
echoed across the plain with seven hundred tribals dancing and singing to its
equipment Sliver had pioneered. A bright aura now surrounded Celetain. The
in and willed herself to allow hours to pass continuing to draw power from
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the dancers, the pillars and Naanac. Suddenly Celetain began to think not
In the fifth hour, the Ghost Dance was in full sway. Lightning arced from
the sky, grounding around the ship Celetain stood on. Immeasurable power
coursed through her and it frightened her. The Elder Shaman prayed the UDA
attack would come soon. Bright lightning arced from the center of the dance
circles, each ribbon of electricity licking at Celetain. Celetain could feel gates
being flung open. A tremendous force was being held in her mind, controlled
with a thought. Her body shook, convulsed with force. There could be hours
left before the attack came, she thought. She had to control the power,
contain it until the time of release. Sliver beat a syncopated rhythm and
adjusted the code to assist Celetain. She screamed as she realized she must
vent some of what she held or be torn apart physically. She concentrated.
Blinding white beams shot from thick jungle trees at the edge of the
plain. Wet limbs flew forward and beams of raw energy arced out of the
trees. Tribals screamed as they clamored to get away. The beams shot away,
each finding a target. Each beam plowed into a tribal, flinging them
randomly, knocking away other tribals with concussive force. The dancers
and pillars, entranced, conscious only of the dance, took no notice of the
event.
When the struck tribals landed the crowd swarmed around them. Each
of the tribals was burning with an intense white flame. The intense heat kept
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the other tribals back. The flame consumed clothes and hair. After the flames
dissipated, the bodies appeared clean, no signs of burns or trauma. The heat
coming from the bodies kept the crowd away for a few minutes. When the
surrounding tribals could get near, they rushed forward with blankets. All of
the tribals struck by the energy beams had a pulse and were breathing but
CHAPTER 29
“Await command.”
“Await command.”
“Await command.”
“Await command.”
Admiral Crane sat quietly for a moment. “Don't mean to disturb you,
Lige, but do you think your fleet will be ready any time soon?”
Admiral Crane smirked, “Lige, I have work to do. I know you specifically
requested not to be on this mission. I will grant your request to the best of
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my ability. Keep your fleet back out of the way. Perhaps we can use your help
Lige could here laughter on Crane's bridge. “I assure you my fleet will
The prime ships slowly floated forward and a light show rivaling the
together. The navcomps performed their function and all of Crane’s fleets,
save Lige’s, blinked to a point galaxies away. Crane’s fleets appeared near
Naanac like a dark wave over the horizon. Lige’s fleet appeared at Therhasa
Wolf Plume sat at the helm of a one hundred sixty ton outrider ship,
pleased that Wovoka had not insisted on his service as a liaison immediately.
He watched in awe as more prime ships than he had seen in one location
snapped into view. He gave the order and six Jet Tiger fighters arced out of
his outrider ship, bolting toward the chunnel entrance. An incoming message
Wolf Plume finger tapped and opened a link to Admiral Crane's bridge.
“For the sake of your men I beg you to turn back. Please turn away.”
Craned laughed. “You should be begging for your life, fool. Main guns,
fire at will.”
Rain fell in torrents down the long shafts created by the block
buildings. Even eighty decks below the top of UDA outpost city Aston, flashes
of lightning cast long shadows. Lige walked close to the buildings, staying
away from the rain the wind blew toward him. Jaret shadowed Lige closely.
Both men wore unassuming garb. Dark grey overcoats with enough wear
Six full levels given decades ago to the city's human waste. Sation was
of outpost city Aston everyday. Sation, virtual reality at its most addictive
and deadly, killed many of these new comers, however. Sation was now
entering its fifth decade in circulation and surpassed designer drugs as the
Sation was a video/audio system that sent its feed directly to the brain.
The user saw and felt everything the original recorder felt. Touch, smell,
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sight, sound, taste. Sation junkies swore even emotions were felt as strong
and clear as the original recorder felt them. A person had to have a small
receiver port implanted in his or her skull to use the discs. Powerful antibiotic
gels controlled bleeding and insured the port remained clean. The user could
receive feed within three days of receiving the implant (which sold for fifty
creds).
quality. If a sation user stayed with the basic rental downloads of roller
coaster rides, sail boat afternoons and birthday parties then sation could be
array of dangerous miscellaneous material grew each year, faster than the
addiction rate.
comeback with young and old alike. Triax, the megacorp controlling sixty
percent of the sation market had been careful to make sure each sation disc
was programmed for one use only. Doubles and triples, sticks that allowed
two or three plays were not uncommon due to sales promotions by the
industry. Limitless rerun discs were valued in the thousands of creds and
were illegal. An industry of black market rerun discs was burgeoning. Nothing
former husbands and daughters and taxpayers, shuffled past. Most could tell
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Jaret and Lige were not one of them. Lige and Jaret walked with their heads
level, not with their eyes down or averted. But that did not mean Lige and
Jaret were out of place. Predators, strange seekers, organ hunters and worse
brain, sation junkies neglected food in its pursuit. The man pulled himself
away from the phlegm and stared at Jaret anxiously waiting for his answer.
Lige stepped forward and produced a sation disc. In the dim light the junkie
Lige smiled. “A triple, my good man. Yours if you tell me what I need to
know.”
anything, anything at all. “I am looking for a man, older, in his fifties. Long
grey hair that he keeps tucked under a baseball cap. He goes by ‘Walden’.”
yes, yes. I know him. He, he, he, he, he, “ The thin man broke into
Jaret moved like a cobra and was standing over the junkie with a pistol
Lige spoke softly. “If you are lying I want you to tell me now. If I think
for even a moment you are not telling me the truth my assistant will put a
laser through you skull and we will find another sation enthusiast to bargain
The junkie was still and quiet. He moved his head slightly. “No.”
“It was wise of you to tell the truth.” Jaret released the man.
The junkie spoke quickly, “Gordon. Gordon the Scribbler would know.
“He is an, an, an, an, an, artist. Beauty in Oblivion. His art is the only
beauty in Oblivion.”
The junkie scrambled to his feet. He lurched from a powerful rack that
nearly bent him over. When the shake was done his hand shot out and he
Lige handed the sation disc to Jaret. “After I have spoken with Gordon
The junkie tried to turn, to lead them, but his body shook again. He fell
to his knees. Jaret could tell the junkie was in the last stages of the addiction.
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He probably had not eaten in days and yet all he craved was sation. Jaret
bent and slotted the disc into the junkie’s port and waited for him to finish
experiencing it. With considerable effort the junkie pulled himself to his feet
The two followed his bony frame along the refuse-littered streets. Few
of the city lights remained operative. Jaret and Lige were careful stepping
over various hunks of trash; autocab parts, and at one point, what appeared
to be a corpse. The junkie stopped them and advised, “Hold your shank, this
is cannibal territory.”
Six blocks deeper into Oblivion's center they came to the entrance of
what appeared to have once been a movie theater. The Junkie led them
through an abandoned lobby and pushed against a door at the far end. At its
opening, bright neon patches of light escaped. They entered the brightly lit
room.
The room held no furniture, just large racks of black lights pointed at
the walls. There were perhaps forty people in the room. Most were gathered
in groups of six or seven around large pots of stew. They dipped bread in the
stew and ate hungrily. All appeared to be sation addicts like the skeleton,
most in slightly better condition. One did not appear to be a junkie. A broad
shouldered man turned away from a painting. He turned off his paint gun, set
again, Poitra.” The man was young; twenty-five, no older. Jaret noticed he
around his waist. A Nixto Lance, an expensive laser pistol favored by quick
draw artists, filled the holster. Jaret was not sure if the weapon was a boastful
choice or if the young man was actually proficient with. The belt was rigged
“Who are your friends?” the young man asked the junkie skeleton.
“Th-th-th-th-”
Tucker.”
“I am Gordon, Guru of Vishnu's Lion. This is the Shrine I man. You are
“We are here to find a man. Older, perhaps fifty, long grey hair that he
keeps tucked under a baseball cap. He goes by the name ‘Walden’. Do you
know him?”
Lige waited for Gordon to add more but he did not. “Where might I find
him?”
Lige smiled. “It is a private matter, but I assure you we mean him no
harm.”
is a private matter. I will have an opportunity to see Walden soon. I will ask
him if he wishes to see you. If he does, you can meet him the day after
tomorrow, here.”
Lige stepped forward, in front of Jaret. “That is a kind offer but we need
to see him immediately. Tell me where to find him and we will trouble you no
more.”
Gordon backed up a step and his hand moved toward the pistol slightly.
“No.”
Again Lige waited for Gordon to say more. He did not. Silence
gathered. “I have come here with only my aide so this man could be
retrieved without violence. If you do not tell me where to find him, I will call
down twenty UDA body tank troops. They will cut through the human chaff of
Oblivion like a farmer reaping wheat until they find him. If your intent is to
Gordon's hand was angled at his side, a spring pulled taught. His eyes
flicked from Jaret to Lige. “I could kill you both before your hand was a
decimeter from your gun but it would only hurt these innocents. I will tell you
Nagasphere?”
form. To us it would be heat, electricity, and power. And if you do not agree
to these terms, one if not both of you will be dead at the end of this
conversation.”
Where is Walden?”
Gordon relaxed, his hand moving away from the Nixto Lance. “Follow
the street west for six more sectors. Climb the abandoned mag lift down two
levels. Take the light traffic ally one sector right. He has a crate of a hover
Lige turned immediately and started heading for the door. Jaret
followed.
Lige did not stop walking or turn his head. “I'm not sure how long it
Jaret was already wheeling, his pistol drawn. He fired twice; one laser
hitting Gordon’s left cheek, the other carving out a section of his ribs. Not
before Gordon's pistol danced out of its holster. Gordon was able to fire one
shot before he fell, lifeless, to the floor. The laser sliced into Jaret's stomach.
He folded and fell to the floor as well. The junkies rose to their feet.
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Lige ran back to Jaret and knelt next to him. With one hand he checked
Jaret's neck for a pulse and was relieved to find one. He released and
grabbed the Sledge Justice from his shoulder holster. Lige clicked the weapon
on and it hummed. He started firing at the junkies closest to the door first
and walked the fire arc around. Dense, fast laser fire erupted from the
Lige used half the energy clip before he had swept the room clean of
everyone but himself and Jaret. He placed the weapon down and pulled his
gloves off. He retrieved a stim patch and pulled Jaret's shirt out. He shoved
his hand under the body armor and applied the stim patch. Lige could feel
Jaret's eyes fluttered. The drugs hit and he was conscious. Jaret's eyes
flashed to both sides. He saw the bodies. “Are you all right, Admiral?” he
“I'm fine, Jaret. How are you?” When Jaret moved he realized the
location of the wound. He closed his eyes as the intense pain cut through the
powerful stimulant. Lige sat with him for a moment, scanning the room for
movement.
followed Lige. Jaret understood that for the next three hours he would
perform as if he had no injury, for three days after that he would be bed
The two followed the directions Gordon had given. As they made their
way they passed shaking junkies trying hard to sleep, hoping for a brief
escape from the hunger. Lige took the precaution of tying two meters of flexi-
cord around both their waists before they climbed down the two levels on the
mag lift rails. Jaret had no trouble thanks to the drugs coursing through his
system.
trade with them. Jaret could tell Lige was anxious. Both men stopped when
they saw the logo of Hailey Hovercycles as it was briefly revealed in the flash
Lige drew the ratty cloth back from the entrance of the crate and saw
head in and confirmed the person in the crate was asleep. Lige hauled the
body up and out of the crate. He stood as the man flailed his arms, searching
for a weapon that was still in the crate. Lige gave the man a powerful kick to
the stomach. The man heaved a dry cough and stopped flailing.
Lying on his back, the man stared up at the two. When his eyes opened
his forehead wrinkled in recognition. “Lige, you twisted fragger. You still have
nothing better to do than to torment 'Injuns'. I was hoping the AC would have
“Oh, no old man. You know I enjoy my work. I need your help.”
The old man shook his head slowly contemplating his misfortune.
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“Of course I know him,” Lige laughed. “My most revered enemy,
Near the cliffs, Haida tribals set up healing tents. The crowd turned
their eyes back to Celetain. She appeared serene, her arms outstretched
without effort as if she had been holding them up for five minutes, rather
than five hours. Tribals entered the dance, relieving older dancers and being
careful not to disturb any of the pillars, embracing those they relieved before
rolling into the rhythm. The pillars danced uninterrupted and alone.
off him. He danced without reserve, feeling urgency. When he saw Celetain’s
and his clone brothers in his circle set their pace to his. Before long he was
heaving and choking, desperately trying to pull air into his lungs. Even as he
coughed blood onto the wet ground he pushed harder, forcing himself past
the pain, past the boundaries his body insisted upon. He jerked and his body
steps before slumping to the ground. Tribals from around the dance ran in to
replace those close to Towanqua who had stopped dancing. They backed
Celetain's body went rigid as her held power doubled. Sliver beat
frantically at his drum. Sweat poured from his brow. Now stronger, Celetain
fought the urge to vent again, able to hold the power. Towanqua was the first
pillar to fall that day. Three more would follow in the next few minutes. A
seventh hour when Jet Tigers streaked through the chunnel, Celetain Prax,
Elder Shaman of the AmerIndian Confederacy, held more power than any
The fighter itself was not visible but the brilliant lance of sequenced
light it stretched for ten kilometers behind it was visible to every tribal on the
ground. The signal declared that Naanac was under attack by the UDA and
Celetain was absorbed; holding the power the Ghost Dance had
gathered. Sliver put his drum down, stood and pushed into the hard light
himself back out. Celetain's eyes were closed and he could not tell if she had
heard him or not. Her eyes opened wide again, but it was clear she was
looking at something beyond this world. She spoke and out of her mouth
“The end has come and your dance has been earnest and true. Finish
The chant grew louder. Pillar and dancers, all beaten and worn, surged
hard, dozens dropped dead of exhaustion and Celetain gathered all that they
offered. The light around Celetain increased and her far off gaze shifted. Her
eyes darted from Sliver to the Acolytes in the dancers’ circles. She was
frightened and it could be seen clearly on her face. Her arms remained up as
her body twitched. She was wracked with some unknown pain. Sliver turned
away, unable to witness her suffering. He knew helping her he would destroy
everything she had endured to produce. Her body spasmed and she was free
energy shot out from her in every direction. Every tribal surrounding Celetain
was pushed off their feet and thrown two meters. Ripples of light blue energy
were apparent as the wave hit the Free Mantle and continued. Laser fire,
missiles and mayhem reigned across the outer space of Naanac. The wave
hit the AmerIndian Confederacy lodge and outrider ships first and fighters
were tilted by the wave. Every ship blacked out as power from Nagaspheres
vanished in an instant. The wave plowed into the UDA ships and there it
slowed. Red sparks and lightening shot off the surface of each UDA ship and
vessel.
When the wave had passed over each ship it continued to spread in
every direction at the speed of spirit carrying the blackness with it, shutting
down every fusion and electrical power source on every UDA colony and
every UDA outpost. In one last quick and frightening visual, billions of UDA
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citizens watched on their wall screens as the UDA ships blinked into darkness
seconds before the same darkness passed over their home. On each of the
eight UDA colonies and all eight hundred outposts chaos erupted. Billions
scrambled for pressure suits. The few who had weapons readied them. UDA
citizens did not know they had received only the least of the Ghost Dance's
effect.
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Wolf Plume locked his body tank. Air swooshed in and out of the suit as
it pressurized. With no power in the outrider ship every tribal had less than
six minutes to get into a pressure suit or body tank. No life support was
running. Wolf Plume’s comp set, drawing power from the body tanks
individual power source, was already squawking with orders from the ship’s
pack alphas. Wolf Plume cut into the line. “All wrench monkeys scramble to
Wolf Plume felt the ship. It was a skill he had learned over decades of
piloting. All power was down, no server fed ship status data to his comp set,
and yet Wolf Plume knew no lasers played across the hull. He knew the
hangars were quiet; no fighters darted in or out. He could feel it. Wolf Plume
Turquoise Dragon Pack, leave post and take the repair chutes to the outer
Tribals around him moved. Wolf Plume stood silent listening only for
lodge ship, prime ship, outrider ship, fighter, UDA and Confederacy. All
Wolf Plume subconsciously put his hand up to stroke his beard. The
plastic of his glove touched artificially to the glasteel of his helmet. He shook
his head in slight frustration. “It's a race, drooks, whoever gets power up first
gets to carve their opponent. Load the solar sail ship up with body tank
warriors and launch her manually out from the lower bay. Once under way
target the Delta grade UDA prime ships. Go. Go. Go. I want launch in three
minutes.”
A palpable tension fell. Wolf Plume could tell many, perhaps most, of
the tribals on his outrider ship were frightened. Why were the Nagaspheres
powered down? Why had the Ghost Dance hit the AmerIndian Confederacy
ships as well as the UDA ships? Had the Ghost Dance done nothing more
than set the tribals up for a sound defeat? Were they on cusp of a second
Able to traverse the two hundred and twenty kilometers between Wolf
Plume's outrider ship and the closest UDA prime ship in less than an hour
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and a half, the solar ship made good time. It used no other fuel than the
starlight shining on its sails. Autumn Sky, an experienced body tank warrior,
stood poised before the solar ship’s open airlock. The airlock of the UDA
Autumn Sky sensed something was terribly wrong. The airlock being
open was wrong. The solar ship reaching the UDA prime ship without conflict
was wrong. There should have been some response from the UDA soldiers by
now. She leveled her Sledge Violator toward the airlock. The two body tank
Autumn Sky opened fire into the dark hole. Her pack took her lead and
rained laser fire in as well. The pack continued firing until Autumn Sky heard
the beep signaling a quarter of her e-clip had been emptied and ordered
cease-fire.
Laser fire died and the body tank pack moved forward. Autumn Sky
was surprised her pack had not been pummeled by return enemy fire. She
wasted no time feeling foolish for the wasted ammunition and e-clip charges
pocking the far wall. Fortunately, the hull of the UDA ship had not been
breached. Autumn Sky circled her hand above her head and pointed forward
signaling the pack to follow her into the dark halls of the UDA prime ship.
Autumn Sky pushed off into the zero-g of the UDA prime ship and led her
pack down a hall until they approached open heavy blast doors.
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Autumn Sky's Second, Clipper, broke silence. “By standard UDA ship
blueprints this next room should be level headquarters. A right turn here will
lead us to small weapon holds.” Autumn Sky pushed off a nearby wall and
entered the level headquarters. The pack moved in unison to the side of the
door and waited for fire that did not come. The room was dark and only the
starlight optics on her comp set allowed her to see. The room was full of UDA
Clipper answered Autumn Sky's question before she asked it. “Clear
line, sapphire spread, Alpha. Sensors confirm all UDA soldiers in this room
are dead.”
Further investigation showed that every airlock on the ship had been
opened simultaneously. The Ghost Dance had killed every UDA soldier on the
ship. Autumn Sky used a shotgun communications unit on the solar ship to
Wolf Plume felt a relief and sadness wash over him. Over one hundred
thousand UDA soldiers were killed by the Ghost Dance. Every soldier on each
of the fourteen hundred prime ships was sacrificed on the UDA’s alter of
AmerIndian Confederacy. Naanac was now and forever the Homelands. The
Wolf Plume sat. He felt weak, the enormity of what had just occurred
weighing on him. More people died here today than lived on some outposts.
It was a considerable loss of life and though they were his enemies, Wolf
Nothing any of the Nez Perce engineers and techs tried would restore
power. Brand new Nagaspheres yielded no power. The blackness lasted for
exactly sixty-seven minutes when power surged back into all of the ships.
With power restored Wolf Plume got to work organizing skeleton crews to
pilot the UDA prime ships to Naanac’s orbit where they could be emptied of
Elder John looked unusual wearing a thin long rain slicker and heavy
boots. While these items would have normally caused him discomfort, he
was willing to wear them to live on this wet, glorious land. Diegueño tribals
had built a roaring fire and the overhead trees kept the damp drizzle off the
fire.
John was amazed at how it felt to walk on the damp ground of Naanac.
He relished the soft squish of the soil under his boot. Just a few meters away
the Apache were already erecting a handsome wooden lodge for the Elder
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John considered where the other key players were now. Kugan was
away working with the Kichai to take full economic advantage of the chaos
that would sweep through when the Intergalactic Stock Exchange was
UDA colonies Kugan had top-notch Kichai broker packs ready to trade.
Celetain was in critical condition and the best Haida healers were attending
her. Her body and mind had been ravaged by the ordeal of the Ghost Dance.
John spoke evenly, “The Ghost Dance was effective. One hundred and
sixty thousand UDA soldiers died in Naanac’s orbit. Investigation shows that
each UDA prime ship received AmerIndian Confederacy code before they
decompressed. Also each UDA prime ship fired its Kellion Cannon but it is
unclear what was transmitted. The seven UDA fleets that were sent, all
fourteen hundred prime ships, are ours. It appears that the airlocks on every
ship were simultaneously opened and all power on the ships was cut off.
Death was quick for those aboard. All of the UDA colonies and outposts lost
power for sixty-seven minutes. The death toll on those UDA colonies and
outposts will take months to determine. Hospital patients who lost power to
their medical equipment, outpost inhabitants that did not have non-electrical
Stormseeker tossed a small damp branch onto the blazing fire. “It's
what the Zuni live for, politics and intelligence handling. Give it over to Chief
Morgan Weaver nodded and Elder John went on to the next issue.
“They would be fools to try, but if the UDA sends another wave of ships, what
is our response?”
Keokuk answered. “Sliver told me the Acolytes could not repeat the
skeleton crews put together by the Nez Perce. They should be able to get ten
to twenty empty prime ships to mirror the actions of one fully crewed prime
ship. So we can use the fleet we just gained. It will be unwieldy though.”
John shook his head hoping such a scenario would not play out.
“Weaver, what is the state of the tribes? How are they reacting to the effects
of the dance?”
Weaver warmed his hands near the fire and spoke while staring at the
back of his hands. “They are ecstatic. They feel powerful and in their minds,
Naanac is theirs. Many saw the pillars fall and they believe that they were
prophesied ‘blood payment’ for our Homeland. The Apache and the Brule are
riled, wanting a bigger fight. They think there will be another wave of ships.
The Diegueño and the Tsimshian on the other hand are too relaxed, thinking
the UDA will not possibly respond. I want to meet with the chiefs and balance
were surprised to hear it come from Morgan Weaver. John smiled at Weaver
and Stormseeker agreed that a meeting was in order. The group gave the
matter a few more ruminations. It was a waiting game at this point. The
Elders stopped rolling hypotheticals and decided it was better to help with
Keokuk and Elder John went to the World Building meeting. Black Crow,
the field of terraforming, was now going over options the tribes had. He laid
out ways to bring about climate changes to benefit the various animals the
suggestions, questions, curses and jokes continued throughout the day. Many
tribals argued the changes Black Crow suggested were invasive and
unnatural. Black Crow answered that it was man's nature to change his
these suggestions. He also pointed out that all of his plans were tempered
Every tribe was holding talk circles, meetings where a dozen issues
thought the time for talk was over. Shuttles of various size were still landing
on the open fields of mossy grey-green grass a few hundred meters from
base camp and the main throng of AmerIndian. Diegueño tribals joyfully
unloaded stallions, colts, ponies, wolves, bears and mountain lions. The
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animals were rounded into large laser fenced area as the Diegueño leaders
laughed as they saw Great Stone's boys all riding bare back on stallions. The
crowed parted before them. Dallen, a thin whip of a boy, galloped close to
Keokuk. He strained to stay on his beautiful horse. With a short abrupt hop
the horse threw the boy, depositing him as a flailing bunch of arms and legs.
Keokuk and Wovoka rushed over to find the boy laughing harder than his
Keokuk grabbed cider and pemmican and shared with his brother as
they made their way to help with the Tee Pee cluster the clones were
once. Keokuk and Wovoka enjoyed the chaos of their new home together as
brothers.
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Lige made his way into the large austere office of President Sullivan.
He dragged the disheveled and bound form of an old man. Jaret strode
silently behind Admiral Lige, his hand resting casually on his katana. Lige
kicked the old man forward onto the floor before the President and his
advisors.
The old man was bleeding and unclean. The advisors were not used to
the sight of blood and it unnerved them. Lige bowed deeply to the five
President Sullivan looked both worried and relieved to see Lige. The
president's two consuls looked perturbed. Grand Admiral Ramus' mouth was
open, shock showing plainly on his face. Lige was supposed to be thousands
of galaxies away, dead. The last of the five was a thin man dressed in what
“I am here to claim what has been denied me for far too long; control
of the entire UDA Navy. By now you have read my objections to the Naanac
Response and should understand why I chose to disobey a direct order from
Ramus stammered. “The end does not justify the means. You are court
talking abruptly. “You’ve played the game long enough, Ramus, to know the
end always justifies the means. Who is this bloodied man, Lige?”
The thin man in the dark robes sat forward eager to hear Lige's reply.
Lige gave the bound man a quick hard kick. “While Ramus sent one hundred
and sixty thousand UDA soldiers to their death, I used my time a bit more
The advisors looked at each other. Each man waited for the others to
explain to Lige that this disheveled sack of human could not possibly be
Potlatch Weaver.
“Potlatch Weaver has been dead for thirteen years, fool.” Ramus spat.
have lost one hundred and sixty thousand UDA soldiers, handing fourteen
hundred prime ships in perfect condition to the AC. For that alone I am
contemplating beating you to death with my bare hands right here and now.
The DNA tests that this is Potlatch Weaver are conclusive, but irrelevant.”
Lige pulled the old man's head up by his hair. President Sullivan and the
robed man's eyes went wide. They had seen this man's face on vids more
time then they could count and both men had met him in person over two
“The Great Elder was not killed at the White Earth Massacre. Elder
John, then chief of the Zuni, faked Weaver’s death at Weaver’s command.
Elder John got him off of the lodge ships to the nearest outpost. Weaver
could not handle his defeat at my hands. Seems it took all of the spirit out of
him. Since the White Earth Massacre he has been playing leap frog, living as
fleet for -”
Ramus gaped. He had seen this moment coming for more than five
years and yet the fact that his career was ended with the uttering of a single
“Take a hint from this defeated enemy,” Lige kicked Weaver again.
“Lose yourself on a distant outpost, Ramus, before this day is out or no law
will protect you. I will handle this debacle with AC, President Sullivan. Save
With that Lige and Jaret scooped up Weaver and were gone.
Celetain had released the Ghost Dance from. It seemed unreal as Wovoka
looked out over the crowd. He had struggled for this moment all his life,
fought to attain the dream of his father. A week ago, he thought it would be a
decade or more before he gained the chiefdom of the Apache. Now he led
the AmerIndian Confederacy. Tears of joy, loss and exhaustion rolled down
his face.
settled himself, knowing all he had to do was speak the truth. Over ten
thousand tribals peered up at him. He knew his image was being projected to
other areas of the planet to be viewed on comp sets. Tribals were crammed
together as far as the eye could see and dozens of bon fires and torches lit
up their turned faces in a flickering warm light. Fortunately, the drizzling rain
beautiful and inspirational like our founder, Potlatch Weaver, or our Elder
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Wisdom. But today beautiful words are not needed. Only the truth. I will not
thank you for sacrificing for the AmerIndian Confederacy because you did not
do it for me. We, together, did it for the AmerIndian Confederacy. We fought
for over two decades and carved out a new and ancient way of living. We can
now return to the lives of beauty and balance our forefathers showed us. This
is now our planet, our Homeland, paid for in full with blood.
with nature, not ignoring and shunning the new ways of technology, but
using them in a way that is responsible and balanced. We will enjoy the
sweet serenity that only a life of harmony with nature, working with the land,
can give. We can continue our spiritual journey as a people. Technology will
prepared. Who will defend this land?” A roar rose from the crowd.
No one slept that night. There was only rejoicing, dancing, singing and
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Darkness ebbed slowly away and light played carefully along the edge
of Alexa's consciousness. The fall into the ship had knocked her unconscious
and so the journey through the grav hole had been oblivion to her. Now she
could feel her arms and legs around her. She snapped upright, quickly
opening her eyes wide. It was a strange sensation. As she opened her eyes
the darkness returned. Her eyes were wide open but seeing nothing.
Alexa felt around her and realized she was lying on a soft mattress.
Alarmed, she wondered who had put her in bed? No one should be on this
ship but her. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed she tried to stand,
falling immediately to the floor. Her alarm intensified. The floor was cold,
hard. She tried to scramble back to her feet but hit something as she rose.
The crash of steel and the breaking of glass erupted in the small dark room.
Breaking glass? She had only heard the breaking of glass one other
time in her life. She remembered her father, President Sullivan, angry over a
failed political maneuver throwing a two hundred year old vase against a
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wall. A beam of light, orange and flickering, spread across the room. Cold
A figure stood before her. The figure bent and as Alexa's eyes adjusted,
she saw a man. His head was shaved and he was dressed in a heavy black
robe. She scrambled away from him picking up a large piece of the broken
glass. In a flash she was on her feet brandishing the long slice of glass that
The man backed away quickly. “No, No. We mean you no harm. You are
Alexa looked around. Lit only by the torch the man held, she could see
the room was small and windowless. A bed, a nightstand, a desk and chair
were the only pieces of furniture. The furniture seemed to be wood. She also
made out that the cold, hard floor was stone. The walls were made of stone
as well.
The man spoke softly. “You are at the Monastery and you are not in
danger. We have not harmed you, nor will we harm you in any way. Please
She glared at him and raised the long slice of glass. “Where am I?”
“You are in Amanth Sector, fifth planet from the solar source. We
received you and your ship two days ago. Please, look around. You were not
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restrained and there is no lock on this door. You are safe. Put down the glass
Alexa looked around the room. There was no sign she was being held
by force. It occurred to her that if the man had wanted to harm her the torch
he held was more of a weapon than the shard she held. She dropped the
The robed man stepped forward slowly. “Please relax. Sit on the bed. I
am Michael, the first advocate, the healer of this monastery.” Alexa realized
the man was handsome and tall. The healer took a small case from his robe.
“Please, wait here and I will bring you some clean dry clothes.” The
monk exited quickly and Alexa was alone. She studied the room. She
discovered to her surprise the desk had a comp unit in its face. She activated
it with the standard “Comp on” command. It was a high-end model, beautiful
resolution on the screen. She asked questions but discovered quickly the
comps parameters were locked and would allow access only to the
entertainment functions.
The handsome monk returned and gave Alexa a thicker robe of the
same design he wore. He waited outside while she dressed. When she was
“I'm sure you have a thousand questions. Come with me. I will take you
A walk through stone halls brought the two to a set of large double
doors. The monk opened them and light bathed Alexa. Abruptly, the stone
Before her loomed a hangar bay. Alexa and the monk looked down on a
bustling area of war preparation. Four highly customized prime ships hovered
in the air. The ships were surrounded by dozens of fighters being repaired,
loaded or armed. Alexa knew immediately that she was not looking at any
kind of UDA operation. Most likely, this was a Periphery base run by outpost
pirates. How the monastery played into what she saw was beyond her.
handsome young man piloted the craft. Alexa looked again at the monk and
could see the all too perfect features of a clone. The monk gestured toward
the hovercraft, which was now snugged close to the wall. Designed to carry
up to six passengers the hovercraft was convertible. Alexa took the monks
hand and stepped down into the front seat next to the pilot. The monk sat
behind her and addressed the pilot, “We are expected by Command.” The
pilot nosed the vessel down and made his way through the hangar bay.
“What is this place?” Alexa could see rock outcroppings at the front of
the hangar bay, which was open to cold vacuum space. A sophisticated grav
The trip to the bottom of the hangar bay was short. The monk climbed
out of the craft and helped Alexa down. Alexa stood on the floor of the
hangar bay and looked back at the now the distant double doors she had
exited a moment ago. The monk led her over to an older man dressed in
unassuming, simple coveralls. He stood over a battle table. Alexa had seen a
battle table before in her father’s office. A two-meter oval with a view screen
over a dedicated comp, a battle table allowed detailed tracking of ships and
or troop movements in remote locations. The older man’s eyes met hers. She
knew he was set apart, a leader here. He flashed a dangerous smile. With a
fast hand he grabbed her chin and turned her face to a slant, examining it.
Alexa gritted her teeth but something told her not to struggle.
“Meat” he said and released her. She shook her head feeling a slight
pain in her jaw where he had clutched her. She scrunched her nose at the
“My god, you are Octavias, head of Humanitace. You are UDA public
enemy number one. Well, I guess your numbers lower than that considering
Octavias nodded curtly. “Public enemy number one? It's all politics. I
sow more havoc in a week than the AmerIndian Confederacy has been
responsible for in years. I just hide my tracks better. Now while we’re
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disclosing, you are Alexa Sullivan, daughter of UDA President Sullivan. The
“Of course we know. Gavon Lige is quick, but we can tell our own,” he
Earth.” Alexa began to feel nervous as the monk gestured to the clones in
Octavias leaned against the battle table and folded his arms. “Oh no,
your jump was excellent. Your ship came out of its correspondence plane
within two million kilometers of Pluto. Just happens your ship, with you
sleeping like a baby inside, was found by an ice tug with a Humanitace
captain. He had to kill the rest of the crew because one of them recognized
shadow combat being waged. The AmerIndian Confederacy, Gavon Lige and
the UDA are the participants. Each is a fulcrum for political and military
Alexa looked puzzled, “Lige and the UDA? No, Lige serves the UDA.”
“Lige serves the UDA no more than the lion serves the gazelle. I would
sooner have your father call an intergalactic blood hunt for me than receive
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a dinner invitation from Gavon Lige. He is more dangerous than the Race
know where you fit in. All I want is your complete and honest story. It will
things shake out. If you give me your full and complete story I promise you I
will return you unharmed to the AC. If you withhold a single detail I need –
well I will not hesitate to slice you into six pieces and send each to a different
galaxy.”
She could not look away from his gaze and she had no doubt he would
carry out his threat. “Why are you doing this? The AmerIndian Confederacy
treats clones fairly. Clones are accepted and respected as full tribals.”
sisters have taken refuge with the AC. However, they are in severe,
unfortunate denial of their true nature. The tribals treat them as equals; tell
them they may enjoy all of the rights and privileges of a full human. It is
telling a prince he may serve as a stable hand. We are not equal to humans;
we are superior in every facet. Humans rut like filthy dogs creating random,
Created in clean, beautiful form, sound and superior in mind, body and spirit.
The Harmony League, the only other clone rights group of significant power,
wishes clones to live as equals, integrate and work with humans. Did
are the new generation and the sooner we wipe away your kind, the sooner
Octavias turned and walked under one of the hovering prime ships.
cases piled neatly on top of one another, three cases high. Recognizing the
idea of how many cases there were. “You are the group who has been
two evils. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. For now. The actions of the
forged by the struggle between the AC and Lige. The AC could defeat the
UDA with Lige. Lige would now rule the UDA if the AC did not exist. Without
Octavias pressed the release on the first case. It hissed open showing
the gleaming mirror surface of a Nagasphere. “Now please, you are a lovely,
charming girl and it would pain me to carve you to pieces, but if you cause
me the slightest delay or inconvenience that is exactly what I will do. Your
story please.”
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Alexa smiled back at him. “It all began…” The President's daughter
spoke steadily. Octavias would not allow her to stop talking for two more
hours. His questions were many and she was surprised at how much he
already knew about AmerIndian Confederacy operations. Finally, she told him
the story of how Jaret freed her. Octavias now looked tired, but at this
particular tale he perked up and devoured every detail. Alexa finished and
felt a strange calm wash over her as she closed her story. Octavias was
silent. His aid bent and whispered something into his ear.
One thousand Nagaspheres, which the AC is in desperate need of. You will
Before Grand Admiral Lige stood eight squads, the best body tank
troops gathered from every colony and outpost in the UDA. These sixty-four
men would be all he needed to settle his problem with the AmerIndian
passed. “Your commanders have failed. You have failed. Time and time again
we have been turned back by a band of thieves. Today, that will change.
Today, you will have only men of the highest caliber at your side. Weak,
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indecisive leaders will not hinder you. The man next to you will be quick,
lethal and efficient. Today, we will deliver a blow to the AC that will break the
Lige stopped and took in the soldiers. Only one soldiers concern was
“Nothing, sir.” The soldier replaced his slight frown with a soldier's
The soldier hesitated a moment. “How are sixty-four men going to beat
the AC when one hundred and sixty thousand UDA soldiers were
slaughtered?”
A broad smile came across Lige's face. “A fair and astute question,
soldier. Each and every man here needs to understand that what occurred at
and takes possession of Naanac and the UDA's response is simply to send
hundreds of ships to take the planet back by force. The UDA response was
completely predictable. It was the one and only response for which the AC
could plan perfectly. The last Grand Admiral,” Lige said the title in contempt,
“led his men headlong into a trap. I will not do the same. Here, today, I am
relying on each man to carry out his duty. Each of you has been hand picked
for this mission. Soldier, what is the main driving force behind the AC? What
head we will simply deny them what they are fighting for.”
with great care held it out to Lige. Lige plucked a long tube out of the box. He
held it up over his head. The tube, made of a clear plasteel alloy caught the
light and glowed an iridescent pink. Lige spoke slowly, staring at the tube.
Naanac, Anthra Sweet will spread from blade of grass to blade of grass at a
rate of half-meter a second killing every single living organism down to the
last cell. The planet will be transformed from a new habitable planet,
days.
“Before this day passes we will release Anthra Sweet on Naanac. Plans
have been laid to get each one of you onto the planet with Jaret and me as
we meet with the AC Elders. When the signal is given you will create enough
chaos to allow Jaret and I to don our body tanks. The Anthra Sweet cylinder is
equipped with a release mechanism that will trigger when Jaret and I have
sealed our body tanks. Once the virus has spread all units will then leave
Naanac through the Free Mantle via shuttle, rendezvousing with our waiting
“Is there any man here who does not believe he can complete this
Lige turned and headed toward the bay ramp on his prime ship. Jaret
reported as the turbo lift raised them toward the bridge. “All parameters are
Jaret stepped forward. “Sir, there may be a smaller window for success
on this mission than we planned for. I believe you should reset the Anthra
Lige turned to Jaret. The young Kentucky samurai was stunned by what
he saw on Lige's face - the look of a father's love toward a son, pure and
strong. It was the look of approval and pride he had looked for in his own
father's eyes, but had never seen. “Jaret, I am now at the head of the UDA
fleet. You of all people should know how close I am to ascending to the power
I deserve. I will soon take control of the weak coalitions that abound on the
colonies and outposts. My product will be a nation strong enough to rule all
of the seven settled galaxies, strong enough to open the Periphery to safe
settlement again, and control them as well. Caesar and Alexander the Great
will be my inferiors. With the force of my own will, I will build an empire to
Lige set his hand on Jaret's shoulder. “I will need leaders for my
military, men I can trust, men who understand and share my vision. Jaret,
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you have been the first of my lieutenants. You have been my most trusted
aid since the day you attempted to sacrifice yourself for me on Preltas. We
will leave Naanac together. Together. Alive. Victorious. That is the only way I
will leave that planet. From this day forward you will no longer be my
Jaret stood not knowing how to respond. “Thank you…. Father.” It was
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Alexa shook her head to dispel the queasiness she felt after traveling
through a correspondence plane. She peered out the bridge windows and
jumped when she saw a pattern of Jet Tigers streaking past her UDA prime
ship. Her comp set beeped and she finger tapped to listen. “You are in
AmerIndian Confederacy controlled space. State your reason for being here.”
for the AmerIndian Confederacy. I also carry an important message for the
Elder Council.”
pack over to search the ship. If all is as you say we will escort you to the
surface of the AmerIndian Homeland, Naanac. The cargo will stay in orbit, for
now.”
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Autumn Sky led the search of the ship and then escorted Alexa to her
pack's shuttle. The shuttle hit the chunnel at speed and the view amazed
Alexa. She had never seen anything like the free-floating asteroid field
rock. The shuttle passed through the end of the chunnel and Alexa saw only
grey as they shot through a kilometer thick cloud. Suddenly her view was
filled with the grey green forests and black mountains of Naanac. The colors
were drab, muted, but the planet had it's own unique beauty. Streaking
down, the shuttle passed over the teeming camp that stretched for ten
kilometers in a wide circle. The shuttle hovered directly over an area where
tribals were conducting a barbecue. Finally, tribals poured water on the fire
and grabbed up the meat to go find another spot as the shuttle set down.
“Yes, it is history in the making. The people are in love with the land
already. Come.” Autumn Sky led Alexa and the pack down the steps of the
shuttle. Alexa's took in the delicious smell of roasting meats. Tribal drum
music could be heard from different directions. Alexa felt joy all around her.
She took in the sights, smells and sounds of people making and enjoying a
home. Tribals trotted by on horses and two dark skinned boys chased a wet
Autumn Sky led Alexa to a large tent. Under the well-staked tarps a
small fire crackled and Wovoka, Keokuk, Stormseeker, and John sat eating.
The men talked low and their mood was somber in stark contrast to those
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surrounding them. Autumn Sky approached and John noticed her. “Yes,
Elder John jumped to his feet. “We were worried about you. Where
were you taken? How did you escape? Oh, excuse me. Please, sit down.”
Alexa took the place next to John. “I was captured on the Dorimian
excursion due to the betrayal of Zuni Snow Blind. She is a double agent for
the UDA and the reason for our defeat at Nomar Hax. Lige held me as
“I had a friend who came to see me each day at the cell where I was
being kept. He helped me… Actually there was no help involved. He single
not challenge Alexa. The simple DNA test that could be completed in
moments could not be asked of any tribal. The tribes lived under the idea
that clones were human in every way. If Alexa was a clone, it mattered not.
All that mattered was if she was loyal and that could only be shown by
actions.
“Ah, a traitor in Admiral Lige's ranks.” John grinned. “Your 'friend' was
Dark Strider, a deep cover Zuni that has served on Black Mariah for four
frowned.
“It is the truth, Elder Stormseeker. He killed no less than ten UDA
correspondence jump from a hundred meters off Black Mariah’s stern. The
correspondence jump was calculated for Earth but the proximity to the other
fleet ships set it off and I came out near Pluto. An ice tug came across my
“Yes. I'm not sure where. I met with Octavias, the leader of Humanitace
and he gave me both cargo and a message. The ship I came in is carrying a
along.”
Elder John's hands dropped into his lap. “The Nagaspheres have been
coming from Humanitace. We may not be able to use them this time,
give you?”
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of Nagaspheres they have supplied and for what they are supplying now.
choose. Octavias says his people will live by our laws and no military
Nagaspheres a month and one hundred next-gen clone birth chambers with
ten to follow every year there after. He wants this to tie our organizations in
The group let the news wash over them. Alexa noticed the absence of
His offer leads down a dangerous road. Every hour we hold this planet
make a powerful ally or give our greatest enemy one. The very fact that we
have this planet demands we accept the terms. We need supplies. We will
not have the luxury of cut and run raids anymore. The steady flow of
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supplies.”
Keokuk shook his head. “It's really not that simple. Those supplies are
critical. Elder John is right we can't be stealing from the UDA if they are to
peace. If our ships stop moving, we lose the ability to defend ourselves,
Wovoka came back fast at his brother, “Trade and communicate what
and with whom. This planet is our natural home, balanced and in harmony.
Periphery?”
now replace our offense. We will need allies. Diplomacy and establishing an
make our decision with all concerns addressed, not just a knee-jerk
reaction.”
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this land for not even a day and you want to make a treaty for our land. Well,
make sure you get a whole lot of shiny beads.” Stormseeker threw his heavy
mug into the fire. Embers kicked up and swirled in the slight breeze. He
walked off pushing his aid aside. The rest sat quietly.
John frowned, “Celetain's absence is hurting us. She calmed him. We all
need to part and give this some thought. Lets meet in the new Elder Hall in
three hours. We'll make a decision then. Keokuk, I want you to inform all of
the chiefs and Celetain of what is going on.” Keokuk nodded and left
He could see some tribes were considerably busier than others. The
down a tall jungle tree with a diamond-coated moly-saw. Despite the fact
that the moly-saw was not powered, the tool was efficient. Other tribals
Wovoka looked over at a group of Zuni. The tribals sat quietly, a few
espionage skills had been invaluable in acquiring this planet and now settling
it, their expertise was next to useless. Wovoka could see the challenge they
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all faced. Warriors could quickly grow distant from those they protected.
Wovoka sighed. He saw the obvious joy of the tribals here and knew
one.
There was so much to do, so much to decide, and the decisions were
critical. Too much tolerance from the Elders and chiefs could ruin the
thought.
“White Buffalo?”
tell with tribals who came over from UDA colonies or outposts after years of
“Oh, no, sir. I'm not a tribal, not yet. But I will be soon. My name is
Derek. Autumn Sky told me what you did to get us here and I wanted to
thank you. I lived on UDA outpost New Angelos all my life. I belonged to an
from the shipbuilding outpost. We were really just a group of kids, I suppose.
I have never seen an animal bigger than a dog, and I didn’t see many of
those. But I read about them. This is an opportunity I dreamed about. I want
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to thank you. I’m looking forward to a life with something other than Xanic
Wovoka smiled. “I am glad you could make it, Derek. I know this can all
here. Served among the Ghosts before he came to us. Make him at home.”
Torque smiled and walked over to Derek and embraced him. “Welcome,
brother. I bet the closest you've ever come to using a bow is on a wall screen
“Well that's about to change, brother.” One of the other tribal youths
handed Derek the bow. Derek smiled and joined the boys. Wovoka watched
and his melancholy dissolved. Wovoka saw the beginning of the end and the
Contemplation cells were kept dim and after twenty-four hours his eyes were
sensitive to light. He pulled himself up fast and Wolf Plume offered a hand,
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which Cavaho ignored. Wolf Plume noticed a pressure suit in the corner of
contemplation cells. “You stayed in this cell even after the power went off
Cavaho stood and exited the cell ahead of Wolf Plume. He set a steady
“The dance took its toll on Elder Celetain, however. She is in a coma.”
Haida healers.”
Cavaho turned and ran to the release area of the contemplation cells.
Impatiently, he collected his gear and hurried to the nearest grav platform.
He pulled his keying bands on and finger tapped the command for the
platform to drop. In moments he was near the bottom of the lodge ship
making his way through the hangars toward a Jet Tiger. He quickly keyed in a
request to set up a release for the fighter to go through the chunnel and
Cavaho monkey swung on the gantry out to a prepped Jet Tiger fighter.
passed the grav interior shield in the hangar bay and out into open space.
Cavaho opened the throttle and blasted toward the chunnel entrance.
Despite his haste it took the choice-mute another hour to set the
fighter down and find the new Haida lodge house. The lodge house was only
three quarters finished and large cloth blankets sewn together with loose
plexi-line covered one end of the building. Cavaho approached and glared at
the two Haida tribals sending well-wishers away. Nilva, a traditional shaman,
had healed Cavaho more than once and recognized him. She stood before
the make shift flap in the blankets, blocking his entry. “Cavaho, how can we
help you?”
extreme lack of communication because he cared for nothing but his service
to Wovoka. It mattered not what food Cavaho ate, what equipment he was
Wovoka and there was no more discussion needed between Wovoka and
Cavaho than between Wovoka and the spanning tool he used to gap cryo-
The young silent warrior had sat in the dark alone for the last twenty-
four hours thinking about why he had hurt Celetain. In the emptiness of his
contemplation cell there had been no way to avoid the answer. Cavaho had
hurt Celetain because she had tried to reach out to him. What now frustrated
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Cavaho was that he wanted to reach out to her. Now Celetain lay injured,
When Cavaho continued to stand not answering, the Haida healer did
what almost everyone did for Cavaho. Spoke for him. “Did you want to see
one of the Acolytes? They are all very busy.” Cavaho closed his eyes for a
moment and then looking Nilva in the eye, took her hand. He held it and
He made his way through the congested lodge house toward the
center. He squeezed his way through, being careful not to jostle anyone. The
center area was thronged with healers. Celetain's bodily sacrifice had
cemented the victory over the UDA. The Elder Shaman had handled more
power than had been manifested in five centuries. Her acolytes were all
here, their normal stoic calm now replaced with nervousness and anger. Two
acolytes argued with Nez Perce medics. The Nez Perce doctors wanted
Celetain taken off Naanac and brought to the intensive care unit on lodge
ship Yamato. The doctors argued that the Acolytes had failed to help her over
the last six hours and had, in fact, done her harm.
The dance had affected Celetain's Acolytes. Four had died at the
moment of the Ghost Dance's release, killed by the overflow of power that
Celetain channeled. The remaining Acolytes were tired and confused when
they rushed to help her. The Acolytes had tried to bring Celetain out of her
coma with an algorithmic cleansing ritual. When they were done Celetain
Cavaho squeezed his way forward and caught Creta's eye. Creta had
been the only Acolyte that did not attempt to pull Cavaho off of Celetain
when he embraced her. Creta grabbed Cavaho's hand. “You came. You must
A huge weight lifted off Cavaho's shoulders. This was what he came for
and he had known someone would have to do the talking for him. Give him
what he wanted without asking for it. To see Celetain, help her. It often
surprised him the effort people expended to put words into his mouth, the
urgent help his silence often produced. Creta pulled him forward.
Cavaho saw Sliver heatedly arguing with a Nez Perce. “That was hours
ago. We are rested and ready to care for her ourselves. I will not discuss this
further. She remains here,” Sliver was close to the face of the tall Nez Perce.
“Chief Rail has charged us to care for her. We will take her where she
can be helped efficiently. You will release her. An Acolyte does not supersede
the wishes of a chief. The Acolytes will be given unlimited access to her on
Sliver near growled. “You think your chief has any say over the care of
Sliver's eyes lighted on Cavaho. The Nez Perce stepped back; alarmed
“You! You've already had your chance to hurt her. On your way, grunt.”
Creta raised a hand. “No, no, Sliver. Celetain wanted to see him the
other day and I believe his presence could help. Let him through.”
“You are insane, Creta. This man will not be the first thing the Elder
Shaman sees when she wakes. She jailed him, for Wambli's sake. Take him
away!”
Elder Shaman's reaction to this man was strong. It cannot hurt to let him see
her.”
“Do not question me now! Cavaho, go back to whatever gun port you
Cavaho's lips curled back slightly. He lifted his hand and motioned for
Sliver grinned mockingly. “No, grunt, hand gestures and scowls will not
suffice as communication with me. A smile or a nod would have spared the
Elder Shaman many tears, but you were too proud.” Sliver continued like a
grav train with too much momentum to stop, he bared his teeth in open
defiance to Cavaho. “Now move on, grunt. I got more to worry about than
the likes of you right now. Unless, perhaps, you can act like a normal human
being and simply ask to see her. Say her name and I will let you pass.”
Cavaho's oath of silence was not a secret among the tribals and had
room remained still, waiting to see if Cavaho would speak. Cavaho glared at
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Sliver, his fists automatically clenching and releasing. The crowd was now
crammed back on itself. Less than two meters separated Cavaho from Sliver.
Cavaho started forward. Sliver bellowed, “No!” Cavaho stopped out of sheer
traced a gloved finger in the air, a single rune. Sliver held his hand forward,
oddly crooked. Cavaho recognized it as a clear threat. The Acolytes could see
the symbol hanging in the air and knew exactly what Sliver intended.
slammed into Cavaho. He was thrown off his feet and slammed heavily
against the far wall, sending tribals toppling on his way. Creta screamed and
Many facets of Sliver's action were surprising to the crowd. Sliver had
willfully done violence to another tribal, an act forbidden by the first of the
three AmerIndian Laws. Even more shocking was Sliver’s attack. The
only against AmerIndian Confederacy enemies. This was the first time an
Cavaho lay crumpled on the floor. Sliver stepped back. The shocked
look on the faces of the tribals collected around him pulled him back to his
senses. He lowered his hand and anger melted from his face, replaced with
stunned. The healers around Cavaho blocked him. Sliver stepped closer and
suddenly the healers surrounding Cavaho were parted. Cavaho was low, both
hands in front of him, his powerful legs curled behind him. Sliver had failed
to incapacitate Cavaho with his first strike. There would be no opportunity for
a second.
Cavaho froze.
Celetain grimaced and regarded her Acolytes. “Is this how you act
She turned to Cavaho and her face softened. Then the pain she carried
was again evident. Wearing a white cotton gown, her hair back in a loose
ponytail, three wires hanging loosely off her arms, Celetain was now just a
patient again. Cavaho stepped forward and she collapsed into his arms. He
held her, embracing her as much as he dared. He relaxed his hold and looked
down at her, a soft smile coming across his face. He kissed her and she
The room burst back into activity, tribals rushing out of the lodge
house to get the word out that Celetain was conscious again. It would be
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welcome news to every tribal and precious words to every Haida. The Nez
Perce medics started to coax Celetain to lie back down. When she refused
Cavaho gently pushed her shoulders back and kissed her on her forehead.
He backed away and let the Nez Perce medics tended to her.
The Alpha medic thanked Cavaho. “Just a few tests and some rest and
you will be able to enjoy our new home, Elder Shaman.” Celetain nodded at
the Alpha medic and reached for Cavaho's hand. She smiled weakly. Cavaho
looked down and grasped her hand. “Thank you,” she said. “Go to Wovoka.
He may need you. I will see you again soon.” He bent and kissed her again
and made his way out of the lodge house to find the White Buffalo.
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hours. The Apache's most significant challenge had been laying the
Theltas II). Cut logs went up in a steady stream after that. The building, the
Standing fifteen meters high and spanning forty meters from wall to wall; the
Elder Hall had nine equal sides, each bearing the Totem of one tribe
ran from floor to ceiling. Apache artisans carved long, sweeping patterns into
the glasteel. Naanac rain flowed down the patterns creating an enchanting
vertical river. A large fire pit dominated the center of the hall. In the ceiling
above the pit a ten-meter open area allowed light raindrops to fall like wet
diamonds into the room. The fire crackled high and the warm smell of a
Celetain entered the hall alone. Her eight remaining Acolytes were now
construction foreman and lavished him with praise for his efficiency and the
Elder John walked in and laughed with joy when he saw Celetain. He
accepted a light kiss on his cheek. “So good to see you! Stormseeker has
been a raging bull while you were out.” John pulled Celetain in close, “I
thought we lost you, precious one. I'm glad you are well.” His voice held the
passion of his friendship. She touched his face, “Thank you, John. I am well
The Elders took their places on the floor with their backs to the fire.
Each Elder had a section of colored granite designated for them. The nine
chiefs sat in colored sections surrounding the elders, facing them. It was a
tradition that Potlatch Weaver had instituted that chairs would not be used
when the Elders and chiefs met. Instead they would sit on the ground where
it was uncomfortable. This helped the chiefs and Elders remain alert and
Wovoka walked into the Hall with Keokuk and stood on the outside of
the chiefs and Elders’ circle. Elder John began the meeting by chanting a line
from the Seven Eagles Dance. Everyone quieted. “Each of you has been told
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colonies and outposts and negotiate with the UDA. Humanitace, the
next-gen birth chambers with ten to follow every year here after. In
that he will extend an alternate offer to UDA Grand Admiral Lige. The Elders
have gathered the chiefs here for their thoughts before the Elder Council
takes action. The Elder Council will hear each of you and we will decide our
course before three suns set on our new home. Are there any questions
before we begin?”
has 3,700 Nagaspheres. We have 620 outrider ships and 1,400 captured
prime ships that require Nagaspheres. One round trip for each of our ships
and outposts for the next three months. The AmerIndian Confederacy
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currently has four billion liquid UDA credits, two billion in gold and seven
to buy Nagaspheres from, Grell and Hovinha (both major players in the
Periphery black market). We have dealt successfully with them in the past. It
is uncertain what inventory they now possess or if they can actually deliver
in the near future due to the unstable business environment the Ghost Dance
John waited for additional questions. None came. It was evident the
chiefs had found the answers to most of their questions before they sat at
the circle and came ready to express their views. Zuni Chief Koqua spoke
first. Her pleasant, full voice carried well in the Elder Hall. “I have discussed
this with the greatest thinkers of my tribe and they believe the advantages
Humanitace offers would make the risk worth accepting. The Crow, our own
that could double our own resources overnight. The Crow could produce four
hundred premium clones per year, who may all become valued tribals. I
believe not accepting this offer would be an affront to the clone tribe. We
need the Nagaspheres now more than ever. For a scrap of land smaller than
any one tribal can request right now it would be foolish to turn away
Kichai Chief River Bull and Tsimshian Chief Shakespeare echoed their
Crow Chief Vegas stood before he spoke. The chiefs and Elders sat
forward, eager to hear the first official words of the new clone chief. “The
Crow agree with Chief Koqua that the advantages are clear. We believe a
wise decision will have the AmerIndian Confederacy deal carefully with
Humanitace. Our concern, however, is the offer and the price. Once we grant
why the Humanitace want this land. What are their goals? We are creating a
River Bull, Shakespeare and Koqua all nodded in agreement. Elder John
graciously thanked Chief Vegas for his word, encouraging him in his first
political expression. Brule Chief Satyr rose before Elder John had finished
speaking. It was evident he was suppressing the rage that helped him control
studied the paths of our fathers. The Brule have learned from their mistakes.
The Brule have refused to mock the wisdom of our fathers with the action
these tribes suggest. The fathers traded land for resources, beads, liquor,
food and blankets. They paid for that foolishness with their lives and with the
centimeter of our land for any price if the tribals will simply remember the
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past.” Brule chief Satyr accepted the quiet nods of support from Apache
Chief Coganthan, Nez Perce Chief Rail and Diegueño Chief Sequoya.
Elder John rose and circled behind the chiefs. “I believe the words
spoken here today are the product of careful thought. Divergent views, yet
Haida Chief Auspice was the last to speak and she stood as Elder John
motioned for her to do so. “As with any offer, there are options. The Haida
are not averse to dealing with Humanitace. They are extremists who have
used violence to promote their beliefs. Claim what you will, the AmerIndian
are dangerous to the extreme, just as we are. The Haida agree that the clone
births and the Nagaspheres are needed but land is too high a price to pay.
We took this planet with the powers of Cybershamanism and 620 outrider
ships. Now we have fourteen hundred prime ships gained through the Ghost
Dance. There are three planetoids within fifty billion kilometers of this planet.
The Haida propose the AmerIndian Confederacy claim all fifty billion
of the outer planets as well as a thousand captured prime ships. The Haida
also echo the Brule sentiment that not ‘so much as one square centimeter of
Elder John continued to circle behind the chiefs. “Thank you all for your
input. Some innovative solutions have been proposed. The Elders have
listened with our minds and hearts. Please excuse the Elders for a moment
The chiefs waited outside the Elder Hall talking, receiving and sending
resources had been uneven due to what could and could not be stored on the
outrider ships and shuttles small enough to come through the chunnel.
Several of the tribes carried cargo in lodge ships for other tribes. Within the
The dignified, careful man waited patiently for each chief to take their
seat. Again John circled the chiefs on the outside. “The Elder Council has
given due thought to each of the proffered views. I defer to Celetain to give
presence were not diminished by her recent struggles. “The Brule were
correct. We, and a thousand generations before us, have fought too hard and
the Homeland with sovereignty. Our blood paid for it and our blood shall keep
it. The Elder Council vows not make any arrangement with Humanitace that
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will grant them any land on Naanac. We will refuse their initial offer. The
closer than 40,000 kilometers from Naanac in exchange for 600 clone births
and 2,000 Nagaspheres per month for five years. After five years the outpost
outpost if they wish. If Humanitace does not accept this offer the council will
name them as an ally of the AmerIndian Confederacy if they do not deal with
Lige. If Humanitace chooses to deal with Lige we will name them as enemies
land will ever be sold, leased or traded. We wish to seal these decisions in a
vote of unanimous brotherhood of all the tribes. Take it before your tribals.
successfully holding Naanac. Thank you for gathering. The Elders will remain
the chiefs on the dozens of issues that were now becoming evident for the
tribes on Naanac. Kugan and Morgan Weaver both disappeared shortly after
the announcement of the decision. Late in the evening Celetain broke with
opaque. She looked down at him, his back pressed against the hewn logs as
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information scrolled across his lenses. His fingers tapped at a speed achieved
creating new pack types to carry out the multitude of tasks settlement
required. New judge, healer and agrarian pack types were needed. Elder John
had given Keokuk the task because he had written the most of the programs
the AmerIndian Confederacy used to track the specific skill sets of each
tribal. Pack Alphas kept the skill list up to date. Keokuk's programs had been
used for years to help AmerIndian Confederacy leaders put together packs to
complete the tasks necessary for convoy, maintenance and mercenary work.
New programs were needed to quickly build new packs with the necessary
skill sets.
Celetain smiled. “Actually, I wanted to see if I could help you. How are
as much responsibility as any chief over the last few days. I feel I am pulled
Celetain slumped down beside Keokuk placing her arms over her
knees. She looked relaxed and casual and it struck Keokuk how much his life
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had changed that an Elder now came to him for conversation. “I wanted to
talk to you about that. What do you think will come of you and your brother
now?”
prophecy to all the tribes and I expect many tribals will look to him for
played out in some unexpected way. Perhaps he will be banished from the
A young Brule tribal burst into the Hall. “Ships in orbit. Lige is
approaching Naanac!”
There was a brief moment of stillness in the hall before the room
exploded into activity. Keokuk ran out of the Elder Hall. He saw at a distance
waiting to take the White Buffalo into orbit. Keokuk started down a muddy
path toward the shuttle. He grimaced as the shuttle lifted off without him.
Keokuk watched the shuttle blasting toward the gate near Morgan Weaver,
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Lige's smaller fleet had jumped into Naanac's vicinity with their shields
Grand Admiral Lige of the UDA. I request discourse with the Elder Council.”
immediately.”
“No weapons will be powered down. However, we will not fire first. I am
Jaret came to his side, where the floating camera drone did not pick
him up. “Our shuttle is go, every inch is shielded and the signature wraiths
“Excellent.” A view of the shuttle hiding his body tank troops came up
on the center wall screen. Sixty-four body tank troops were nestled inside the
were positioned on the outside of the shuttle so that in seconds the body
tanks could be dispatched, surrounding the shuttle. Lige waited patiently for
firing paths and launching additional fighters by now. Today the rules were
Naanac, they had called for recognition from the eight UDA colonies and
choice but to stand down as long as Lige did not fire first.
Wolf Plume frowned as he spoke. “Word has been sent down to Naanac. The
Elders will consider your request. I am sending outrider ships to escort you
into closer orbit at eighteen thousand kilometers. Have each ship follow the
Lige nodded, “An escort will be fine, Alpha. Let us know when an
Keokuk sat tensely across from Celetain in the Elder Hall. The waiting
was aggravating, not knowing what was happening above. Celetain leaned
circumstances. “He is on the shuttle with Wovoka. Where else would he be?”
“Wipe that smile off your face, comp jockey. I am your Elder.”
Shaman.”
Celetain looked at him and nodded silently saying, “You damn well
better apologize.” Then her face softened and she looked back at Keokuk
Keokuk frowned. “No, Elder, he is not. He was a good man at one time.
every way and you should understand that before you get any closer to him.
The only thing that keeps Cavaho functional is his service to Wovoka.”
Celetain opened her mouth to contradict him but as she looked into
Stormseeker raised his hand at the center of the Hall. Those gathered
quieted and comp set views shifted to show the visage of the Confederacy's
greatest enemy, Grand Admiral Gavon Lige. Stormseeker pushed down his
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anger enough to speak. “We are here, Lige. Why have you come to our
Homeland?”
Lige stepped closer, his face growing larger. “I have come to discuss
“More or less.”
“I am not in the mood for witty banter, Lige. If you are not authorized
the UDA, than there is nothing for us to discuss and you can start your
Lige paused. “Honestly, no. I do not have that authority. But I can offer
“Really? Let the crumbling begin. I have brought a guest who I believe
a longhaired aging man into view on a grav chair. Potlatch Weaver was
clone. We're sending our bio test data now. Run it against what you have on
emanated from him. With three fingers Lige straightened Potlatch Weaver's
years ago at the White Earth Massacre. You should remember, Lige. You were
there.”
“Oh, I saw what you saw. Weaver's body tank lanced by concentrated
laser fire and then four body tank warriors scooping him up into an outrider
ship. Legend has it he died in the arms of Torquan, then Brule chief. Torquan
is my witness if DNA code is not conclusive enough for you. I don't believe he
can lie to another generation while the proof of his deceit stares him in the
Stormseeker did not move as he took in the image in his comp set. It
would not have been difficult for Lige to create a clone of Potlatch Weaver. A
UDA spy could have stolen the DNA code. As Stormseeker looked at the man,
he knew Lige was not lying. There had been mysteries surrounding Potlatch
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through his comp set and fed his view to the others present.
now loomed before him. As Lige had said the DNA code flowed up the side of
comp set view. The man that created the AmerIndian Confederacy was
word. Potlatch shook his head furiously and his denial of his own identity
made Celetain gasp. His hair flew around his head and he stared through the
defeat, ashamed to face the brothers and sisters of the tribes, the survivors.
Potlatch Weaver believed his dream had brought only blood. I helped Potlatch
Weaver leave Shoeless Joe undetected. The body burned as Potlatch Weaver
Stormseeker was still recovering, grappling with the fact that the Elder
Creator was still alive. Potlatch Weaver's writings were sacred text to the
steeled his resolve. “Potlatch Weaver is dead to us, Jackal. The Elder Creator
would not wish us to waste our breath spitting at you. You cannot think we
will bargain with you for his life. Get your navcomps calculating. I want you a
mega-klick from Naanac within five minutes or we will scrap every ship you
Next to Lige's face, Weaver was now shaking his head up and down,
aside. “Oh no, old man. If this discussion is over, you can loose the cannons
now. Be aware that for every laser you fire I will send you an decagram of
heard clearly over the open channel, the floating camera drone panned out.
With no more effort than he would expend cutting cheese, Jaret smacked the
blade down on the armrest of the chair, two fingers rolled off Weaver's left
Celetain gasped and ran forward to the floating camera drone. Elder
John intercepted her and addressed Lige. “Power down your weapons, bring
your shuttle in and for Wambli's sake reattach those fingers now. If you harm
Keokuk shook his head. He knew a dark decision had been made and
lives would pay for Celetain and John's compassion. Tribals rushed out of the
Elder Hall running to tell their families that Grand Admiral Gavon Lige was
because he knew that when the UDA sent their fleet, as we expected them
to, we would slaughter them. Now we are doing exactly what he expects us
Celetain turned to him and with a cold hardness he had not see in her
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He now stood back on Naanac with the Elders, six body tank warriors
and the Elders at a distance of two hundred meters. The clearing was
sufficient for Lige's shuttle to set down safely. Elder John had urged all tribals
to stay away, not to gather. He had known his words rang hollow. He and
Celetain were the voices that cried for this act of madness. Words of caution
rolled off his tongue with the clear taste of hypocrisy and anticipatory guilt.
Thanks to Keokuk’s efficiency, well over three quarters of the settling tribals
were now dispersed across Naanac, out of range to see Lige personally.
boosters fired, slowing the vessel's approach. Lige’s shuttle came to a heavy
rest twenty meters from the Elders. With a hiss it depressurized, venting
spent air and taking in fresh. Lige made his way down the extended ramp as
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jets of air shot out and away from the ship. Jaret followed. A pair of UDA body
tank troops brought Potlatch Weaver out in the grav chair. Lige approached
carefully, stopping a few meters from the Elders. “The UDA is prepared to
the Elders agree the AmerIndian Confederacy will comply with all UDA tax
back physically and spoke, “Send Potlatch Weaver over as a measure of good
offering a small container. “Weaver's fingers. The sooner we can wrap this up
you can hold a tribal bleeding in front of us for another minute without
There was silence for a moment and Stormseeker said clearly, “None.”
AmerIndian Confederacy body tank warriors moved closer to each Elder and
Wovoka.
direction like shards from a shattered glass. UDA body tank troops shot from
the sides and bottom of the shuttle, exploded out of the top and rained to
warrior grabbed an Elder. Cavaho moved to snatch up Wovoka and carry him
to safety. But Wovoka signaled Cavaho to belay his action. Body tank
gauntlets were capable of crushing plasteel like Styrofoam and yet each
body tank warrior gripped an Elder with the gentleness of a mother's touch.
The body tank warriors darted, carrying each Elder away. They exposed the
back of their armor to the sixty-four UDA body tank troops that now
In seconds, each Elder was well clear of Lige’s shuttle. Only Wovoka
and Cavaho stood before the mayhem. Wovoka had seen the situation
unfolding and had acted on instinct born through years as an Infiltrator. The
UDA body tank troops on the ground were unleashing mini-rockets and rail
guns on the tribals at the edge of the two hundred meter circle.
Cavaho had positioned his body tank carefully to block fire from the
UDA body tank troops. A mini-rocket struck his mobile armor and sent
maelstrom, at Lige. A few steps built momentum and Wovoka hurled his feet
forward. Lige went for his knife when saw the White Buffalo's intent.
Wovoka's body passed by Lige's torso and caught Lige under the chin as he
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passed. His momentum carried him, crashing into Potlatch Weaver. The grav
chair rose and toppled. Lige's shoulder hit at a hard angle and his face
ground into the wet grass. Potlatch Weaver strained against the metal
clamps on the grav chair, to no avail. Wovoka kicked at the nearest UDA
body tank and toppled the troop onto himself, Weaver and Lige.
Jaret's first impulse was to dive in and slice everything but Lige to
scanned the scene. Six UDA body tank troops were focused on the human
pretzel. Jaret figured that was enough. The rest of the UDA body tank troops
were turning outward, moving toward the outer ring of tribals, firing with
relish. Jaret watched as two-dozen tribals were cut down on the left. He
heard the familiar streak of Jet Tigers approaching. To Jaret's right he saw
four UDA body tank troops carrying opened body tanks for Jaret and Lige. He
Jaret pounced forward, blade swinging back. He was forced to abort his
attack, landing carefully, releasing the tension in his arms. Wovoka stood
from the mass of bodies holding Lige's own knife to the Grand Admiral's
stretched throat. A trickle of blood flowed down Lige's neck. Any one of the
six body tanks could have killed Wovoka from their angle. If Wovoka was not
imediately. I -”
Without hesitation, Jaret signaled one of the body tank troops. The
body tank troop grabbed Weaver's grav chair, without righting it and
released Weaver from his bonds. Potlatch scrambled to his feet, then
hesitated. Wovoka yelled, “Get out of here!” Potlatch hurried off in the
direction the elders were taken. The four remaining body tank troops
As Jaret looked back to see how close the body tanks were he saw
chaos erupting at the circle’s edge. The UDA body tank troops were moving
out in a smooth and steady circle. Jaret could see dozens of tribals were
dead. Tribals were running like cattle. Save one. Jaret could see one tribal in
a large loose blanket flapping as the figure ran toward the UDA body tank
troops. Jaret did not have time to continue to watch the tribal fall, as he
surely would.
Jaret circled and motioned for the body tank troops to back up. “I
Wovoka looked around nervously, realizing the UDA body tank troops
were backing up. When he released Lige the UDA body tank troops would
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riddle him so full of holes their would be little chance of identifying his
corpse.
Jaret saw the concern on Wovoka's face. “Release him, no man here
will fire on you.” He shouted, “On my command, no man will fire on Wovoka.”
Wovoka shoved Lige forward and stood defenseless. Wovoka waited for
the first laser to burn his flesh, the first rail ammunition to pass cleanly
through him. Lige rolled in the damp grass, came up fast. He stood and
grabbed a rail gun from the nearest troop, leveling it at Wovoka. Jaret
stepped in front of the barrel, “No, get in your body tank. I gave my word.”
Lige glared at Jaret and hesitantly cast aside the rail gun. He turned to climb
Jaret turned to Wovoka and leveled the katana. Wovoka shifted his grip
on the diamond-coated knife and took a fighting stance. Jaret looked at the
knife, his katana. Jaret gripped the katana, spun it and planted it cleanly in
the ground. Wovoka circled, trying to read the move. Jaret then pulled his
wakazashi and advanced. Wovoka understood Jaret was offering a fair fight
but knew it would not matter. He sensed the lack of skill and confidence in
himself compared to his opponent, the feeling he had when he faced Cavaho
both slashes with the knife and moved in toward Jaret. Wovoka bolted his
Jaret bolted back, refusing to acknowledge the blood that flowed from
his mouth. Instantly he shifted the wakazashi and closed again. The two
clashed together this time, Wovoka thrusting fast with the knife, a move Jaret
was forced to counter. Once Wovoka's thrust was countered the two were
close. Jaret vindictively slammed his elbow into Wovoka's mouth at the same
time he shoved his right foot between Wovoka's legs. With a twist and throw
he sent Wovoka to the ground. With speed and accuracy that humiliated
Wovoka, Jaret plucked the knife from his hands as Wovoka gasped to bring
Jaret flicked his wrist and raised his arm. The wakazashi flashed, poised
Wovoka waited for his death as doubt flashed through his mind.
“Celetain was wrong. I am not the White Buffalo, only a man born to die at
The teams of UDA body tank troops continued forward, firing furiously.
They had taken down more than a hundred tribals now. The deadly circle of
body tank troops parted slightly and the approaching tribal Jaret had seen
“Jaret.” The voice was soft, but it carried to Jaret as though whispered
in his ear. He turned to see Alexa. Her hair blew back with the camouflage
“This time I'm not asking you to come, but to stay.” Alexa extended her
hand.
Lige snapped the last clamp on his body tank. His helmet remained
open but an uttered command would close and seal the body tank. Two UDA
body tank troops held Jaret's open body tank close by.
Jaret loomed above Wovoka, his wakazashi still poised. Lige walked
close, glancing at Alexa. He saw the way Jaret was staring at her,
considering, deciding.
“The escape from Black Mariah,” Lige said slowly. “The way the soldier
Jaret remained frozen, the blade held aloft like a question mark.
commanding his soldier, the way he had done countless times before.
Alexa spoke softly. “ Please, Jaret. Lige is not you. He is not part of you.
Stay.”
Jaret turned from Alexa. He lowered the blade and started toward the
troops holding his open body tank. “I am sorry, father.” In one clean cut with
the wakazashi, Jaret severed his opened body tank shoulder to hip. It would
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not be able to seal. The automatic release of the virus could not be triggered.
grabbed Jaret's katana from the ground and plunged it deep into the chest of
the body tank troop carrying the virus. The body tank troop staggered and
dropped heavily to his knees. The sword had penetrated through his chest to
the cylinder carried on the back of his armor. A thick bubble of liquid began
to coagulate on the bottom of the cylinder. The UDA body tank troops knew
further combat was superfluous. They pulled Lige with them as they bounded
back to the shuttle. The signal was given and the circle of slaughtering UDA
body tank troops was called back. Hatches were wide open across the shuttle
Jaret saw the bubble of virulent liquid tremble before it dropped to the
Wovoka rolled to his side, all he could manage before Cavaho, his body tank
“Anthra Sweet. It will spread like a ripple on a pond. Get shuttles down.
Get your Elders away.” Jaret yelled to Alexa. She finger tapped the words to
There was no visible reaction for five seconds after the drop of Anthra
Sweet hit the ground. Then quickly it spread. Every fleck of green moss on
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the ground turned white, dying instantly. The virus spread like dye across a
clean cloth.
Alexa, Jaret and Cavaho, carrying Wovoka, reached the edge of the
open plain. They had to jump over dead tribals to get close to the shuttles
that were busily being prepping for launch. Stormseeker ran to them with
Celetain following and took Wovoka from Cavaho. He helped Wovoka stand
Jaret spoke in a rush. “It is spreading at one half meter every few
seconds. The virus will kill every tribal gathered here in a few minutes.”
shuttle, all of you. Wovoka, stay with me long enough to give one
in battle, Elder Shaman. Heed my wisdom. Move.” Celetain raced away with
“Wovoka, it is time to fulfill prophecy. It is time to pay the real price for
this planet. It was not the blood of the UDA fleet crews that paid for Naanac.
You will make the payment now. We have to cauterize the wound. You have
everyone here and anyone carrying the virus. You have about another thirty
seconds to decide. If you don't make this command, the virus will turn
Wovoka's head spun. He knew in his heart Stormseeker was right. The
virus would kill every living thing on Naanac. One of the nine planets in
existence that could support life would be snuffed out if he did not make the
command. And yet Stormseeker was asking him to command the slaughter
of at least three thousand tribals, his brothers and sisters. Wovoka looked at
gesture. With blinding speed the old Elder Warrior slammed his fist into the
was the only way they would get Wovoka onto a shuttle. Cavaho carried
Wovoka away.
at my feet, Razor Eight. Put the blossom on a Jet Tiger. Drop in 150 seconds.
Get as many shuttles down on the ground as you can. The shuttles are only
to pick up tribals on the outskirts of this field. They must cut off pick-ups
Stormseeker dropped his head and finger tapped his god-code. His voice
poured out of every speaker on every shuttle, in the air or on the ground.
“Brother and sisters, we are infected. I must sever the hand or the body will
die. Please grant me your trust and let me do what must be done. Everyone
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who can leave in the next few moments must go. I will remain with those
who cannot leave. Please recognize my wisdom and my love and do not
Stormseeker looked back across the field and saw white death
spreading only a hundred meters away. He ran farther out and climbed to the
top of one of the grey leafed trees surrounding the field. The Elder Warrior
settled on two branches near the top and watched the scene from his new
vantage point. He saw shuttles boarding chiefs and tribals alike. He also
watched as Lige's shuttle arced across the sky toward the chunnel.
three thousand tribals on the ground only two thousand had reached shuttles
in time to lift off safely. He watched the remaining thousand tribals run for
their lives to the last four shuttles still on the ground. The white death spread
saw three Jet Tigers sail above the crowd, their bellies facing him. He
fingered tapped a channel to all of the fighters in the sky and the grounded
of the virus. Do not lift off. Active Jet Tigers, all shuttles that are
contamination free are in the air. All shuttles that lift off from this point on
shuttles flame out, their crews signing their own death warrants in exchange
for the safety of their brother and sister tribals. One of the other two shuttles
that he could see through his comp set optics closed its ramp and lifted off.
These were Nez Perce pilots. Their response to an order was usually
immediate. “Those shuttles are carrying women and children, Elder Warrior.”
“Cut loose, Flow. I have this,” the pilot said. Stormseeker watched as
the wingman reluctantly curved away. The lead Jet Tiger picked up speed. All
of the fighter’s shields were down and all energy for the lifting shuttle was
being poured into escape speed. All four of the Jet Tiger’s Cobra Strike
missiles flared from the belly of the fighter and cruised to the engine-on
shuttle on the ground. The shuttle exploded into thin fragments and rained
The lasers on the Jet Tiger would not take down escaping shuttle. The
Jet Tiger’s lasers would penetrate the shuttle’s hull, but not down it. It
appeared the lead fighter had no way to take the last shuttle down.
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curved, slamming headlong into the shuttle’s side at top speed. The shuttle
and Jet Tiger detonated brilliantly, spraying wreckage across the sky, at once
heaps of bodies calcified at the touch of the invisible killer. Tribals ran, in
futility, trying to keep distance. It hurt Stormseeker to see this. His tribals,
mad with fear, all intelligence and organization gone. They were his people.
He had seen tribals face death individually with bravery and defiance. But he
knew their reaction to death now was warranted. This time death came to
them without a face, without any chance of escape. Worst of all, their
sacrifice was not for all the tribes but for one man, Potlatch Weaver, who had
Stormseeker shook his head. John and Celetain had made the wrong
decision. Lige had defeated them utterly and over one thousand tribals
would pay the price for their misplaced compassion. The Elder Warrior knew,
created this situation, then the number of tribals lost would triple or
Stormseeker gave the last command of his life. “Obsidian Rage Pack
There was a cold silence broken by the Nez Perce pilot. “I will meet you
at the delta of the great river, Elder Warrior.” The pilot's Jet Tiger was
already streaking toward its mark. The fighter reached the detonation point.
not visible to Stormseeker, but he could feel its presence. “Now we pay the
price that has always been demanded for land. We pay it in full.”
seep out in trickles, released all of its fury. Eight kilometers in diameter of
everything in a perfect circle. For five seconds every molecule in the space
was separated from those surrounding it, wiped of all memory of its former
being. A thousand tribals (including one Elder and two chiefs) died in that
moment. The land that had contained the deadly virus was now the most
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headed back to the Elder Hall. The last two days had been spent hearing the
stories of Wovoka, Celetain and John with the Elders and chiefs asking many
questions. Now was time for the decision to be handed down. Wovoka kept
keep pace with Wovoka. “He is on the Diegueño land. He and Alexa have
“No, neither of them are imprisoned. Jaret has been isolated to protect
“Well, when are they getting Jaret off planet, back to the UDA?”
Wovoka let the comment fall and entered the Elder Hall with Keokuk. It
felt like it had all been a dream. Numbness continued as he and his brother
took their place next to Celetain Prax and Elder John. The four stood with
their backs to the far wall of the Elders hall. Nine chiefs, two brand new to
Morgan Weaver stood and walked slowly. He spoke quietly and yet in
the cavernous hall his voice was heard clearly. Misty rain fell through the hole
in the top of the roof but the fire blazed with light and warmth. “The chiefs,
the people, have had a difficult time calculating, weighing what has been lost
and what has been gained. Naanac was quite firmly in our grasp.”
Wovoka struggled to process that Wolf Plume sat before him as a chief.
The Nez Perce chief had given his life trying to get tribal children onto the
departing shuttles before the Nagasphere was detonated. Wovoka shook his
head at the oddity of a Russian Nez Perce chief. Odder still, the Nez Perce
the AmerIndian Confederacy had sent a very clear, short message to Earth.
“Naanac and the surrounding fifty billion kilometers are territory claimed by
the AmerIndian Confederacy. If one UDA ship enters that space without
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authorization directly from the Elder Council one third of the population of all
demand all UDA citizens wishing to come and join the AmerIndian
Riots erupted on all eight colony planets and on many outposts. UDA
citizens made it clear to their leaders that Naanac meant nothing to them
and the AmerIndian Confederacy should be left alone. Not a single ship
settlement and began trade talks. It was a posturing gesture because the
UDA did not allow any trade or diplomatic contact by colonies to enemies of
delivered the greatest blow to the AmerIndian Confederacy since the White
Earth Massacre, forcing them to detonate a nuclear device on their own land,
their own people. No one in the UDA knew exactly what had happened.
Every AmerIndian Confederacy tribal has worked tirelessly toward that goal
for over two decades. It was the preeminent task facing all tribals. All else
was secondary and all else could be sacrificed toward that goal. Now the
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Elders and chiefs are gathered to sit in judgment of each of you. Yet we are
obligated to thank each of you for your role in accomplishing what the
human race had thought impossible, claiming a Homeland for the Native
echoing Morgan's words. Morgan stared ahead. Water trickled down the
carved flow paths of the hall windows. “But we have also suffered the
greatest loss of life since the White Earth Massacre, all for one man, a man
who would have given his life for any one of us. Lige defeated us because of
a foolish, selfish decision that the Elder Warrior Stormseeker rightly advised
against. You, Elder Shaman Prax, made that decision and you, Elder John,
made out of love for our Elder Creator, Potlatch Weaver. You will retain your
status as honored Elders and there will be opportunities for you to erase the
damage you have caused.” Morgan Weaver waited, looking at Celetain and
John.
Celetain and John nodded, accepting the chiefs and Elders decision.
listen to the clear and direct will of the tribals. Potlatch Weaver, we ask you
serve the AmerIndian Confederacy again and search among our number for
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the tribal to assume Stormseeker’s duties. The tribals crave your love, your
words, your guidance and by doing them this service you will be among
them again. Perhaps their love can heal your wounds as well, father.”
Potlatch Weaver, seated away from the group, began to shake his
head. “I am not worthy and I have never been wise. I should not choose-”
“The man who has no desire to bend others to his will is best suited to
lead.” Morgan said the words with a smile. They were a direct quote from
White Buffalo. Now the prophecy will be fulfilled in full. You alone ordered the
answered with banishment. It is with shame and pain that I command you to
Gasps rose from those in the room. The news passed outside the Elder
Hall in seconds and a din of outrage and triumph erupted from the thousands
banished leader. His position made it clear that Wovoka's banishment would
also be his own. Only Keokuk noticed Celetain turn away, her face showing
only loss.
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Wovoka stepped forward. “You are a wise council. You have made the
right decision. I will leave Naanac immediately and I shall not return to you
Cavaho stared at each of the Elders and chiefs with barely controlled
rage.
With the same decisive manner he had used to lead the tribes, Wovoka
ended the meeting by turning and exiting the Elder Hall. Cavaho shadowed
him. Apaches opened the doors for him and others got down on one knee as
he passed.
Grandfather's chose the path I now follow. I chose to pay the price that has
always been demanded for land. I will never forget the tribal blood that I
have shed and I will never regret my decision. I leave you now and wish only
Keokuk ran to walk with him. “I will come with you, Brother.”
“No, Keokuk. Your place is here. I cannot enjoy what I gained for the
Keokuk knew Wovoka was right. “Thank, God, our mother is settled on
Windhome,” Keokuk thought. “Seeing this would break her heart.” The tribals
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surrounding them were continuing to bow before Wovoka but there were also
the baleful stares of many that felt the loss of their children, brothers, sisters,
Keokuk hurried to keep up with his brother’s pace. “We regain the
Homeland after seven centuries and the Elders and chiefs condemn you
Wovoka did not take his eyes from the tribals along the path as he
walked, but concentrated on remembering the feel of the ground beneath his
not sure they will be able to enjoy what they have won. I think John is irked
forward to going over Potlatch Weaver's work during his missing years. John
told me it is brilliant and may be added to the sacred texts. I do not know
land on Naanac's wet surface. The chunnel had been expanded by the
Apaches to allow even the largest outrider ships to come through. The Nez
Perce’s finest outrider ship was the vessel Wolf Plume had chosen to send
Wovoka off in. It was crewed with tribals loyal to Wovoka, crew that would
serve him for the rest of their lives, unable to return to Naanac. Wolf Plume
had to choose from thousands of tribals that had asked for the privilege to
The ship’s ramp extended down and tribals pulled close to the last
point their greatest hero and most dangerous leader would stand on Naanac.
Wolf Plume made his way through the throng. He wrapped his arms
tight around Wovoka. “I will miss you, tovarisch. You did well, what had to be
done.” Tears streamed down the old Russian’s face. “Spasibo for letting me
serve with you. You gave an old man the adventure of his life.” Wolf Plume
Keokuk embraced his brother. “I will protect what you have gained for
our people.”
She turned abruptly to Cavaho. He met her eyes and she ran to him,
burying herself in his arms. She clutched and kissed him. He released her
and she backed away. They would be apart now. A love never given time to
blossom, challenged from the start. Celetain ran away, the crowd swallowing
her.
Potlatch Weaver stepped forward and the crowd hushed to hear his
words. “Your father served the AmerIndian Confederacy all of his life and
then gave his life without hesitation. He would be proud of you because you
achieved the goal despite the cost. You are your father's son and you are the
White Buffalo. I thank you for what you have done, the sacrifices you have
made and I wish you all of Wambli's freedom and beauty in your life.
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However, as my son has said - you are banished. No tribal will ever again
heed your words, nor will you walk on the Homeland again. Make your way,
White Buffalo.”
to the ground. He placed his cheek against wet moss, spreading his arms
wide to embrace the Homeland. He rose and walked up the ramp of his
outrider ship. His crew had sacrificed their right to ever be called tribals
again to serve on his ship. Serve how? What would be the direction of his life
now that he had been banished from the only people and home he had ever
known?
Wovoka walked to the observation deck of his ship and watched as the
grey-green planet he had killed one thousand tribals to save fell away. His
outrider ship hit the chunnel at speed and the rocks that filled the sky
streaked across Wovoka's view through the glasteel. Stars exploded into view
aside. Autumn Sky wore a dark uniform without insignia. Behind her stood a
Confederacy sympathizer from New Angelos. Wovoka smiled at the boy and